Dramatic much Mitsu? I haven’t touched the Doll lately because I was redecorating and then I got the flu. I still have the flu so this may be just me Robo-tripping through a post, but the combo of cold meds and reorganizing has gotten me nostalgic.
I’m actually redoing my whole bedroom and in the process I’ve been making a 3rd closet and cleaning out clothing. I may post the finished product but it’s a new bedframe, silver foiling, marbeling, decoing DIY nightmare away from being done.
Gyaru has ruined my clothes…
But in getting new storage in has made me clean out and rethink so much clothing. Since I started buying gal clothing in 2007 it’s like looking at a ton of eras and waves of trends that went through gyaru fashion. My minor flirtation with haade. That rock craze in 2009, or Glad News everything. The tie-dye hippie phase Momoko Ogihara and Murua went through, and I followed along. My full on Lip Service love affair when it was agejo/onee. Only do I look back now and wonder how many cotton/poly blend low-cut tunics did I need?
And of course W ❤ C. I’ve felt my fullest in gyaru with W ❤ C. I never took to DIA or rather it never took to my shape. And admittedly I don’t care for how I looked now in that era, I feel like I really was happy with how I was. For as much W ❤ C as I’ve owned some has been sold but a lot I still wear around my house. W ❤ C has turned into my comfiest house wear.
Thanks to gyaru I will also forever love leopard print. I’ll defend Liz Lisa’s use of 200 florals in an essay if needed. And I could also probably draw MA*RS perfume print from memory. And I will forever love accessorizing.
I find it a bit sad to give away, recycle or sell clothing. I bought too much. I over-consumed and was wasteful. But part of me felt it was part of gal. The newest trend, the newest accessory, always on point from month to month, it was required. Or at least that’s the pressure, especially living with the newest magazines and seeing someone on the street be more trend.
But that’s okay because…
I hope now I’m buying better and less. Accepting the trends I like but allowing them to be more classics in my wardrobe than as dated as I used to be.
But it’s hard because gyaru has ruined me. I still love the trends. I crave the newest releases like they’re made out of chocolate.
Gyaru has ruined my hair…
I will always love the color of hair that doesn’t suit me. All those ash blondes haunt my reddish hair. If you’ve achieved ash blonde I think you’re beautiful. I also think natural black hair is gorgeous.
Or worse that temporary non lasting hair that was and never will be. There was a shade I achieved back in 2013 for 4 months. I will never get there again. I do not know what wizardry my stylist did at Factory Harajuku. I don’t think she even knew because it was her first time working on a foreigner and worse a natural blonde. I love the pictures of it but I will never get back there.
It’s taken years to accept my hair again without any extras: extensions or wigs.
Oh man the extensions feel. That feeling when you get out of the extensions salon and they just curled and gave you long hair. Your ego is just Godzilla. I don’t think anything else can fix that fresh out of the HAIRRRR feel.
Protip: Schedule any hair appointment in Japan (or anywhere else) early in the morning so you can take 100% advantage of the HAIRRRRRRRR day.
Evelyn from the Internets sums up that hair power well. Even if your extensions are a hot mess, you have HAIRRRRR!
But that’s okay because... I can have a good hair day and straight-curls and treatments make me do appreciate my actual hair, but… I do miss the full weave power. Gyaru has shown me the options, the possibilities of that stuff on top of my head.
Gyaru has ruined my nails…
Sure I’ve always loved nail polish and even acrylics before I went to Japan. But nail art evolution was definitely pushed by gyaru. While flat art may the vogue now, 3-d and deco were gyaru signatures. Getting basic nails for me is impossible now. There’s no such thing as just polish. Or just one color.
It’s also ruined my nails physically. See that photo above? Those spectacular nails are missing one where the bandaid is. Your pal Mitsu may have gotten quite drunk and rocked out to psychedelic trance and hit a beautiful long talon on some Ora Ora boy’s chicken tough skin and wrenched it off. Ouch, but it healed.
Gyaru has ruined my feet…
I walked in heels for too long. I think I still have tendon problems. I’ve lost toenails (long story short wore new high heels and got lost). My feet situation is now okay, but really. Heels I do not feel you as much as I used to.
But that’s okay because damn gyaru shoes are cute. I have turned to mostly leather shoes because you can repair them more easily, but some are just so cute I can’t stop.
Gyaru has ruined my face…
I never thought my eyes were small, they were just eyes. Or my nose much of anything but a nose. Sure my face was round and I thought cheekbones were gifts that were never placed under my tree. But it was just a face. Gyaru make-up made me completely forget pretty much all make-up I knew and relearn and try so many things.
I still feel like a slob without lashes, and you can’t stop me from contouring my nose (lightly, slightly, hidden, but still some shading).
But that’s okay because I learned so much. I like what I can do. I gained an education. Even if I still may not like features or things about myself, it’s taught my to highlight what I do.
So gyaru has ruined me, but I still love so many parts of it. Parts that are gone, parts that still exist, models, people, places… and myself.
Or I’m trying on that last one.
Gyaru has also been an outlet, a place to jump off to many other fashions I like or want to combine with it. So you’ve ruined me, and I’m thankful for it.
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