Daring To Stand Out

Jeg er vokset op med en fantastisk mor, som altid har omfavnet og brugt farver. Jeg havde derfor også altid super farverigt og smukt tøj på, dengang min mor bestemte hvad jeg skulle have på. Jeg husker især, at jeg havde mange ting fra Kenzo i blomstermotiver, som min mor ofte købte på udsalg. Når jeg ser tilbage på billeder er jeg altid så smuk i tøjet, og alle sæt var farverige, smukke, moderigtige og utrolig fine. Jeg er meget stolt af, hvordan min mor klædte mig på. Og det smittede jo af. Jeg valgte altid tøj i farver. Og hvis der var noget der var moderne, fandt jeg og min mor, eller min mor alene, altid tingene i lidt anderledes stil. Jeg husker for eksempel den gang, da trompet cowboybukser bare var IN. Jeg skulle selvfølgelig ikke bare have et par almindelige, kedelige jeans, så min mor købte et par med smukke blomsterbroderier i benene, som var så utrolig smukke, og som jeg elskede! (Og som jeg også inspirerede mig til at købe disse for nylig fordi de mindede mig om dem jeg havde som barn) Som jeg blev ældre, og især i mine teenageår, blev min generthed til enorm usikkerhed og dårlig selvtillid. Jeg følte mig grim, irriterende og forkert, og jeg tænkte, at andre måtte synes jeg var virkelig åndssvag. Jeg prøvede at passe ind og ligne mine veninder, og købte det, der var populært. Og hvis jeg ikke havde noget tøj jeg syntes var ligesom mine veninders, gik jeg ofte ikke ud, fordi jeg ikke turde. Samtidig havde jeg stadig en anderledes smag, fordi jeg bare ikke var vokset op med, at sort, gråt og beige var særlig spændende farver. Nu, da jeg er ældre og er mere selvsikker end nogensinde, tør jeg godt være anderledes igen. Jeg elsker rige, kraftige, glade farver, og jeg elsker sjove detaljer såsom frynser, broderier og blonder. Men en ting der godt kan gøre det svært, stadig, er at jeg bor i Danmark. Hvor sort er FARVEN. Hvis man går en tur igennem København, vil man stort set kun se folk i sorte, minimalistiske outfits. Det er bare sådan det er her, det er dét, der er moderigtigt. Og derfor kan jeg nogle gange godt skulle samle mig mod til, at gå i nogle af de ting jeg har. Men jeg vil IKKE blive en del af det sorte billede, med alle de smukke farver der findes. For én ting er sikkert: Min mor har givet mig en gave – hun har lært mig, at påskønne og bruge alle verdens farver – og det vil jeg aldrig stoppe med! Tak, mor <3
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I grew up with a fantastic mother who has always embraced and used colors. For that reason I always had super colorful and beautiful clothes on when my mum still picked out my clothes for me. I especially remember having a lot of items from Kenzo in floral motifs and all my outfits were colorful, beautiful, fashionable and incredibly pretty. I am very proud of how my mum dressed me. And of course it made an impression on me. I always picked clothes in colors. And if there was something was in fashion and I needed it, me and my mum, or just my mum, always found the items in a slightly different style. As an example, I remember one time, when bottom flared jeans was so IN. I of course was not just going to get a regular, boring pair of jeans, so my mum bought a pair with beautiful floral embroidery on the legs, which were so incredibly beautiful, and which I loved! (And which also inspired me to buy these recently because they reminded me of the ones I had as a child) As I got older, and especially in my teenage years, my shyness turned into extreme insecurity and bad self confidence. I felt ugly, annoying and wrong and I though that other people must have thought I was really stupid. I tried to fit in and look like my friends and bought what was popular. And if I felt like I did not have any clothes like my girlfriends I often stayed home because I did not dare to. At the same time I still had a different taste because I had grown up learning that black, grey and beige just were not the most interesting of colors. Now that I am older and more confident than ever I dare to stand out again. I love rich, powerful, happy colors and I love fun details like fringe, embroidery and lace. But one thing that can still make it hard is that I live in Denmark. Where black is THE color. If you take a walk through Copenhagen you will almost only see people in black, minimalistic outfits. It is just the way it is here, it is what is fashionable. And therefore I sometimes need to gather the courage to wear some of the pieces I have. But I will NOT become a part of the black picture with all the gorgeous colors that exist. Because one thing is for sure: My mum has given me a gift – she has taught me to appreciate and use all the colors in the world – and that I will never give up! Thanks, mum <3