Real summer outfits from someone who values comfort, confidence, and quiet charm.
i don’t follow trends
If someone asked me how I’d describe myself to someone who can’t see me, I wouldn’t begin with my height, my hair, or even the color of my skin. I’d start with how I walk through a park in summer — not rushed, not loud, but steady. Present. I’d begin with how I dress. Because what I wear, more often than not, speaks louder than any description I could offer. Clothes, to me, are not just fabric stitched together — they are tiny love letters to the day ahead, small affirmations of who I am, and sometimes, quiet armor for the battles no one else sees.
I don’t follow trends. I follow comfort. I follow what feels right. I choose clothes not for their price tag, but for how they carry me — and how I carry myself in them. And this summer, I’m learning how to style practicality with personality, simplicity with soul.
The Park in Black and White
One warm day under the dancing shadows of trees, I wore a black sleeveless jumpsuit from Temu, soft and breathable, with a white long-sleeved shirt tied loosely around my waist. I looked at myself in the mirror that morning and thought: simple, but grounded. Like a calm breath in the middle of a chaotic week. I slipped into my white Converse All Star sneakers — slightly worn, perfectly molded to my steps — and that was it. That was me.
Someone might say it’s just black and white. But I say, it’s contrast — and contrast is where meaning lives. Light against dark. Boldness against quiet. My outfit didn’t need to shout. It simply was.
📍 Black Sleeveless Jumpsuit – Temu
📍 White Shirt – Temu
📍 Shoes – White Converse All Star
City Days in Pink and Denim
Another day, another version of me. I chose a pink ribbed tank from Primark — affordable, yes, but also unapologetically cheerful. I paired it with high-waisted wide-leg jeans from H&M, because they remind me of freedom. Room to move. Room to breathe. Room to be. I added a pink bucket hat — playful and nostalgic — and finished the look with chunky combat boots. Hard and soft, strength and sweetness. I wore that outfit walking along the historical streets of London, among stone buildings and painted skies.
📍 Pink Ribbed Tank – Primark
📍 High-Waisted Light Denim – H&M
📍 Pink Bucket Hat – Primark (a throwback favorite)
📍 Boots – Boutique Find, Break-In Approved
Lights, Water, and a Leather Jacket
One summer night by the Thames, the air cooler, the sky a mix of deep blues and unspoken thoughts, I wore that same pink top, those same jeans, but this time layered with a black faux leather jacket. I looked out over the river, its reflections shimmering like quiet memories, and thought — this is me, too. Reflective. A little bit tough. A little bit soft. Someone who finds beauty in stillness, who leans into the railing like she’s leaning into life itself.
Because if you can’t see me, maybe you’d feel me in the way I dress. I am neutral days and loud laughter. I am black jumpsuits and pink hats. I am comfort and edge. Practicality and poetry. My clothes aren’t expensive. Most of them are from Primark, H&M, Temu. But they are chosen with intention. And that matters more to me than a brand name ever could.
Who I Am, In Threads
So how would I describe myself to someone who can’t see me?
I’m the kind of person who re-wears things that feel like home. I’ll pick comfort over chaos, and layer softness with a bit of structure. I like light denim that doesn’t judge and shoes that walk memories into meaning. I’ll tie a white shirt around my waist not just for style, but because I’m always halfway between ease and elegance.
I am clothes that move with the breeze, not against it. I am pieces that blend practicality with soul. I don’t dress for the camera. I dress for the story. And this summer, that story is unfolding one outfit at a time — in black and white, in pink and blue, in soft cotton and sturdy boots.
This is how I feel today. This is who I am becoming.
Style is not what I wear. It’s what I choose to keep wearing — again and again, even when no one’s looking. It’s how I tell the world: This is how I feel today. This is who I am becoming.
Even if you can’t see me, you can feel me here — in every thread, every color, every walk I’ve taken in these shoes.
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