First the stockings, then the blouse, bloomers, petticoat, and a dress. Style hair, put on make-up, pick accessories, slip on a pair of shoes and paint nails. One last final check to make sure everything is in place and preparations are complete. Open the door, open a parasol, and leave for the day. Yes it might take three hours to get ready, but it is worth it. Why? Because I am a lolita. I strive to use the prefect accessories with each outfit and only the cutest shoes will do. I live for the details and the extra steps. And I would not have it any other way. Getting ready for a full lolita coordination is not a tiresome chore but an exciting transformation.
The negative comments and inquisitions are trivial. The odd stares and double takes are normal. The love of my fashion intensifies by the smiles, positive comments, and the joyous look in a little girl's eyes. Nothing brightens my day like the praise from a elderly individual. While others my age scoff at being called cute I strive for it.
Shedding my disguise of being normal for the princess I am is priceless. The world has enough ordinary people. Why waste my life trying to be mediocre and average as well? I refuse to be common. I refuse to assimilate. Why? Because I am a lolita. I will live my life, make my own rules, and follow no predestined mold.
No popular fashion pleases me. Most bags or shoes in local store do not grab my attention. I do not bat a lash at the stylish trends. My passion draws from frills of yore. Dainty lace and bows galore is what my heart yearns for. Please give me petticoats and bloomers over T-shirts and jeans. Why? Because I am a lolita. And I am happy to be me.
I hope everyone had a wonderful Loli Day!
image from: Angelic Pretty ad from Gothic & Lolita Bible