Faithy’s How To Define Your Personal Style

Honey Bunch, Baby Butts, how are you, my cutest people?
Now, this post is a little less “Haha, OMG Faithy, you sure you’re not a comedian?” and a little more “Ohhh, cool, you actually talk about real stuff sometimes”.
Because, you know, I’m all about versatility. And also because I actually have a little passiona (“Pa-shee-oh-nah”, remember we spoke about this pronunciation in my last post? Just reminding you) about this lil’ style topic and I actually doooooo want you guys to walk away with some kind of value from this.
Lets get into itttttt pleaseeee Faithy, quit the jabbering!
Okay, lets go!

So, when I was 10 I wore my Brother’s clothes because I pretty much thought I was a boy. 🤷🏼‍♀️

When I was 15 I wore weird, kinda pin-striped 3/4 length stretchy trousers and tight collared t-shirts (Guys, it gets worse than that 🤦🏼‍♀️).

At 17 I had a shaved head and I thought drop crotch anything was the way forward, probably thought I was a boy again (told ya 🤢).

At 19 I had some bangs, chin-length black hair, high waisted jeans and sheer button up blouses done all the way up (thats if I wasn’t in activewear, which was basically never).

Come 21 I wore bright oversized cardigans, patterned trousers and scarves.

Around 23 it was pencil skirts and blazers because all I ever did was work.

Which brings me to my mid 20’s and my dear collection of too many oversized-whatever’s, not enough space to put them and a boyfriend who cringes every time a parcel arrives at the doorstep. 🙃
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Faithy’s Absolute Winter FAVOURITES.

Hi 👋

My name is Olivia and I live in denial during the absolute sub-zero season that some may call “Winter” but I call:
“OMG WHAT IS THIS DEMONIC FREEZING COLD WIND AND WHY IS THERE ICE SPLATTERING ON MY FACE AND ALSO I DONT SURVIVE WITHOUT 4 LAYERS ON EVERY LIMB OF MY BODY AND ALSO DONT EVEN BOTHER BLOW DRYING MY HAIR COZ CRAP RAIN AND ALSO I CANT FEEL MY HANDS OR FEET” season.

It’s straight to the point. Obviously the way I like it. 💁🏼

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Faith’s How To: Have a Healthy Relationship with Instagram. The Instagram Algorithm, Social Media Pressures and Staying Sane!

“Faithy, just read your insta bio (@oliviafaithofficial Incase ya’ll wanna jump on that amazing bandwagon…. DO IT! I DARE YA!) Social Media Strategist? Like wtf girl, like what, like what’s that even?!”
You all say to me.

It means I spend a lot of time on Instagram. And I mean, a-freakin’-lot a lot.
And I absolutely love it.

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Faithy’s Red Tracksuit Trend (Obsession).

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Who doesn’t love cosy?
Who doesn’t love loungewear?
Who doesn’t love wearing cosy loungewear that is bright red and resembles a stop sign this season?

Freakin’ no one! That’s who!

I had my eye on a red tracksuit for…. If I’m going to be super accurate, 3 months.
3 painful, envious, devo that I couldn’t be wearing a red tracksuit months.

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Letters to my 20-year-old self.

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Cutie- Bae thought she had it all figured out writing to your 15-year-old self a couple of years back (feels like 90000 years ago/just yesterday, you know them ones??).
* laughing emoji face *
* devo emoji face *
* cross arm girl emoji *
* thumbs down emoji *
* lady in red dress emoji *

Sitting down writing this one out, I wasn’t exactly sure how you managed to condense the last letter into a short-and-sweet 5 tips.
Then I realised there’s not a lot you need to know when you’re fifteen besides “OMG STOP IT YOUR BOOBS WILL GROW ITS FINE YOUR LIFE ISNT OVER”.
So I totally get it.
I did do my best here to smoosh these tips into as few as possible, but… LOL.

Buckle your booty up, sister-friend, do yourself a favour and go buy a helmet, knee and elbow pads. Ya’ll gonna need it!

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