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Two days ago I came across a German blog I haven’t forget since then. It’s called Asurocks. And while I’ve only read one article (yet), I like the writer.

She writes about interesting stuff. At least in my opinion. How many times did you feel fat compared to the super-thin models on tv, in a magazine etc?

Asurocks says “NO!” to the idea that a specific bodytype should only wear specific clothes. (For example: Skinny jeans for skinny legs, hotpants only for those with toned legs, etc.)
Generally she wears what she likes and she doesn’t listen to those who tell her to hide her body beneath a pile of clothes just because she isn’t a size 0.
I think more people should follow her example, don’t you? This also applies for those who are rather skinny. Don’t let anybody talk you into wearing clothes you actually don’t like.
If you want to wear a shirt that makes you look even thinner – do it!
Because in the end nobody has a right to judge you just because they don’t like your clothes. Your body, your clothes, your choice!

Here are two other links to similar blogs (written in English) I enjoyed:


What do you think about body-type-related-dressing-rules? Do you always wear what you want to wear?
Or do you sometimes wear clothes you think are socially acceptable?


— Baylie






I bet you all know this feeling:

Did they just laugh at me?

Was this guy over there muttering anything mean under his breath?

That old couple over there totally think that my skirt is too short.

Do I look like a jellyfish in this thing?

You get the idea.

I – as a self-proclaimed strong personality – always tried to hide my insecurities.
By acting like I didn’t care or like I did things on purpose or hiding behind clothes.
Right – the lovely clothes.

Until today I didn’t like to show my legs, because of big scars and bruises (I am also a very clumsy person bumping into everything and anything) and many other ridiculous reasons.
Perhaps it was my subconscious, infected with unhealthy body images, that held me back all these years. So basically the lower part of my body practically never saw the bright, lovely sunlight – except for swimming. Anyway. So today I was wearing thighs along with boots and a dress. But unfortunately the tights were about 5cm too short
(I was too lazy to look for another pair – ahem) and after a few 100m they slipped little by little. Of course there was nowhere where I could hide and fix my little problem.
So what did I do? Right. Walking rather stiffly in order to prevent them from slipping any further. A clothing store was my rescue. Because I didn’t know any way out of this,
I just stuffed my tights in my messenger bag and went without them –
bare legs for the first time in forever! And damn it felt SO good!

Why did I tell you all this? Because some insecurities are simply rubbish!
Why restraining yourself just because others may not like it?

It’s your life, your body, your choice.

Haters gonna hate anyway no matter what you do. It’s impossible to please everybody so you might as well stop trying. Try to please yourself instead. I was very happy when I was back home and I wondered why it took me so long to realize that really nobody cares about my scars or bruises. And to be honest: I guess you couldn’t see them anyway because of my combat boots. But even if you could – I’m not a (photoshopped) model and I never wanted to be one – and I probably never will. But that’s is alright with me – having flaws is much more fun and interesting than being flawless – right?

Have fun embracing your flaws – I’m off being all awkward and clumsy ;)