As a child, I always had a tendency to quit just about everything. Whether it be ballet or piano, you name it, I quit it. Never in my entire life had I found something that I truly love, not a hobby per se, but more so a passion. This year, I found that passion, writing. Exactly one year ago today, I launched Trés Chic and I can easily say without a doubt, that is the best thing that I have ever done. When I first had thoughts of creating my personal blog, I genuinely expected it to turn out as your typical, mediocre fashion blog, when in reality, it has conspired to be so much more.
At first, I really did not want to mention this, but I have realized that on this blog, I write about the real me, so I ought to show the real parts of me, the good and the bad. Last year, I struggled a lot. If you happened to read my piece titled "Through the Eyes of An Introvert", then even you could probably tell that at the time, I was really hurting. Normally, I would say that I was just sad, but then again, I found out that it is not normal to cry every day, hide under your covers when you get straight home, or use eating as a coping mechanism. It was quite obvious to my family, yet not to myself, that I was in some deep trouble. One day on the car ride to school, my dad gave me a small piece of advice, "Do something that excites you.", and so I did, writing. On those days where I felt bluer than ever, I just wrote and I wrote. If you're feeling down yourself, I strongly urge you to go out and find your passion if you haven't already. Trust me, you will not regret it.
Throughout the year, I've written many pieces. Fashion, beauty, you name it. Not to sound dramatic or anything, but I never really felt as if I had a voice until this year. When I realized that I could actually use my voice and this platform for the greater good, I did. As time progressed, I began writing more and more. Not fashion nor beauty, but issues that contain real significance. On this blog, I've written about feminism, body image, mental health, and so much more.
For the most part, I have received nothing but an outpouring of love and support, from not only people I know but others from different countries and states as well. For a majority of the year, I had this misconception that really, no one read my pieces, and I was quite fine with that. I saw my blog as my own, individual creative outlet that gave me the freedom to write about whatever my heart desired. But I was wrong, people did read my blog. I still to this day, have no idea how this even happened, but in less than a year, this blog somehow managed to garner over thirteen thousand views.
Aside from the support, there were some people out there who despised my blog and felt the need to denigrate the subject of not only my blog, but myself as well. When I first heard the few negative comments being said, I started to freak out. Hell, I was even considering deleting this whole thing. It wasn't until my grandfather told me this quote, "Opinions are like assholes. Everyone has one!" Boy, is that true. I came to realize that that's life. People will talk and that's okay. As long as you're doing something that makes you happy and doesn't put anyone or yourself at harm, there really is no shame in it.
In the end, this whole thing has changed me for the better. It gave me a certain voice, a voice that made me feel as if I mattered. I never expected anyone to even read it, but you guys did, and a lot of you seemed to like it. From the very bottom of my heart, thank you.
With love,
K.B Baker
At first, I really did not want to mention this, but I have realized that on this blog, I write about the real me, so I ought to show the real parts of me, the good and the bad. Last year, I struggled a lot. If you happened to read my piece titled "Through the Eyes of An Introvert", then even you could probably tell that at the time, I was really hurting. Normally, I would say that I was just sad, but then again, I found out that it is not normal to cry every day, hide under your covers when you get straight home, or use eating as a coping mechanism. It was quite obvious to my family, yet not to myself, that I was in some deep trouble. One day on the car ride to school, my dad gave me a small piece of advice, "Do something that excites you.", and so I did, writing. On those days where I felt bluer than ever, I just wrote and I wrote. If you're feeling down yourself, I strongly urge you to go out and find your passion if you haven't already. Trust me, you will not regret it.
Throughout the year, I've written many pieces. Fashion, beauty, you name it. Not to sound dramatic or anything, but I never really felt as if I had a voice until this year. When I realized that I could actually use my voice and this platform for the greater good, I did. As time progressed, I began writing more and more. Not fashion nor beauty, but issues that contain real significance. On this blog, I've written about feminism, body image, mental health, and so much more.
For the most part, I have received nothing but an outpouring of love and support, from not only people I know but others from different countries and states as well. For a majority of the year, I had this misconception that really, no one read my pieces, and I was quite fine with that. I saw my blog as my own, individual creative outlet that gave me the freedom to write about whatever my heart desired. But I was wrong, people did read my blog. I still to this day, have no idea how this even happened, but in less than a year, this blog somehow managed to garner over thirteen thousand views.
Aside from the support, there were some people out there who despised my blog and felt the need to denigrate the subject of not only my blog, but myself as well. When I first heard the few negative comments being said, I started to freak out. Hell, I was even considering deleting this whole thing. It wasn't until my grandfather told me this quote, "Opinions are like assholes. Everyone has one!" Boy, is that true. I came to realize that that's life. People will talk and that's okay. As long as you're doing something that makes you happy and doesn't put anyone or yourself at harm, there really is no shame in it.
In the end, this whole thing has changed me for the better. It gave me a certain voice, a voice that made me feel as if I mattered. I never expected anyone to even read it, but you guys did, and a lot of you seemed to like it. From the very bottom of my heart, thank you.
With love,
K.B Baker