I need a makeover: a plea for help, advice, anecdotes, or just an ear for me to whine into.
Even though I’ve managed to lose 40 pounds over the last year, I’m still feeling pretty frumpy. I’m down to 140, so while not exactly where I want to be, I’m a long way from how I was. But I feel that I need to make a transition; really, I don’t look too bad if I clean up a bit. Here’s my rundown:
Hair:
I realized it’s been since menarche that I really had a day at the salon. Since that time, I’ve had a bob, to shoulder-length, to a Mohawk, to a pixie cut, then right back to where I’ve been since I was 17 (I’m now 25): long hair, (now elbow-length), parted down the middle. Attempts to force it to part any other way have been met with resistance. It is fine, stick-straight, will not hold a curl for anything, with dry ends and an oily scalp. By about midday my hair is noticeably greasy. Yuck! I should also add that I am useless with anything more than shampoo/conditioner, a comb, and a hairbrush. Attempts to educate me both through myself and my sister the former-stylist has yielded exactly one thing: I can use a blow dryer and one of those metal roll brushes to bend my hair under a little. But, I can’t even manage to braid my own hair without it looking like crap. I know how to braid, I just can’t do my own hair. I’m useless; even ponytails don’t turn out right. But I need to do something. Lately I’ve been tempted to shave it all off and donate it to charity.
Clothes:
My wardrobe consists mostly of jeans (boot-cut or flares) and t-shirts. Shirts are mostly black (>80%) I really like fitted blouses and even have a few, however they seem too much for my 14 hour day. Often fitted blouses will fit around my waist while barely able to contain the girls. I wear between a 6-10, depending on where I’m shopping. I have no idea how to put a decent outfit together without looking like I’m trying too hard. I am not out to make a statement with my dress (I’m a little burned out on that, see “Mohawk” above) but I feel like the only statement I’m making now is “frumpy haus-frau, who let her into university?” I don’t want to look like my 18 y.o., fashion-savvy peers (how could I?) but I feel like I’m sticking out like a sore thumb. I also don’t feel like what I’m projecting outside matches how I feel inside.
Makeup:
During the school day I keep it to a minimum. I’ll use a tinted moisturizer and mascara, usually I wash my face and re-apply throughout the day. If I try to wear foundation I’ll be a grease slick before noon. I don’t feel too much at a loss with makeup, really. I could probably use some edgier colors in my eyeshadow repertoire though. Brown eyes/golden olive skin.
Default shoes are Chuck Taylor hi-tops. I have some sinister black heels (5” pumps) for Friday nights out and Docs for the weekend bike trips. I have 2 other pair of heels also. All my shoes are black, I just can’t bring myself to buy shoes that will only work with one or two outfits.
I own one belt that I bought 5 years ago. I never wear it because it looks funny beneath my shirts, and tucking my shirts in makes me look stubbier than I already am.
Since my weight loss, I’ve realized a few things (since I actually pay attention to my body now):
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[li]I have a really short waist; so short that even the smallest amount of belly fat is positively heinous. I measure 28.5 around the waist and 39 around the hips, but that little pouch just kills my figure. Yeah, I need to lose another 15 pounds (mostly in my butt), but I don’t want to look pregnant in the meantime![/li]
[li]My hips are effing huge. I can see the ridges of my pelvic bones but I don’t think that I’ll ever measure less than 36 inches around the hips. Unless maybe a plastic surgeon could take a sawzall to them or something.[/li]
[li]My shoulders give me the appearance of a menacing powderpuff linebacker. While they aren’t exactly thick shoulders, they are quite square and broad. I actually find I have a hard time writing at the poor excuses for lecture hall desks at UCLA because my shoulders are so cramped. And I’m only 5’5”. Needless to say, partly because of this I’ve always felt massive and ungainly compared to my peers.[/li][/ul]
I have issues with my legs, too. I haven’t really had bare legs in public since before puberty. I’m cursed with dark, densely distributed, coarse hair and lighter, super-sensitive skin. Even when shaved baby-smooth you can still see black specks beneath my skin. I can shave about once a week, otherwise I get ingrowns (and I have the scars to prove it). Waxing lasts a week. Skirts are OUT for me, as are capris, shorts, whatever. Can’t do ‘em.
To compound matters worse I’m on a bit of a budget being a student and all. I’ve got enough backup that I could probably spend a few hundred before the end of the year and a few hundred at the beginning of next year. Spending sprees at Nordstorm’s, while tempting, are out of the question.
Dammit I know I’m not naturally ugly, but somehow that’s how I end up. :sighs: I am so useless with putting myself together that I’ve been known to have panic attacks at the department store. I am 800 miles away from females that I know and trust enough to help me dress myself. I need help, and I need it ten years ago.
Dopers, I throw myself upon your mercy.