This year, all eyes are on the Brits. We've got the Olympics in London, it was the Diamond Jubilee a few months ago - the whole world is watching and wondering what it's like to be British. Us Brits are known for many things - red double deckers, drinking tea, Shakespeare, our ability to queue - but one characteristic that ties many of us together is our self-deprecating nature.
Unlike many Americans, who celebrate their innate fabulousness at every opportunity, we Brits find it hard to say 'hey, I look good today'. When we're paid a compliment, we brush it away. We laugh at ourselves and don't take things too seriously. Which is awesome and makes us excellent, non-braggy people. But sometimes it's nice to brag. Sometimes we deserve a little self-congratulatory moment. Especially when it comes to our bodies and appearances, which many of us find so hard to love.
Dress, Zara | Jacket, ASOS | Boots, c/o Sarenza | Necklace, ASOS | Ring, Primark | Lips, Revlon Just Bitten Kissable in Lovesick
When I started editing these photos, I thought to myself: 'hey, my legs look pretty damn good in these photos'. I thought about saying that in a blog post and scoffed. Of course I'm not going to say that. It'll make me sound ridiculous. Who celebrates their own legs? Who admits they actually LIKE something about themselves?! Not in this country. Not on my turf.
But I thought about it some more and wondered why we shy away from celebrating things we like about ourselves. Someone recently told me I looked like I'd lost a bit of weight and I immediately waved them away, blushing and muttering about doughnuts and dimply thighs. Our British reserve, that attitude that makes us polite and bumbling and floppy-haired, holds us back. It stops us from shouting about our achievement, even if said achievement is just relatively toned legs.
So. I'd like you to tell me one thing you like - nay, LOVE - about yourself today. And I don't want any of this 'I'm a good listener' nonsense - this is a fashion blog, let's not get too deep. No, I want to know about your amazing hair or nice nails or your killer ass. I want great boobs, curvy waists and rosy cheeks. And if you can't think of a single thing, send me a photo of yourself and I'll tell you what you're missing.
Go forth and love thyself. It's what Shakespeare would've wanted.