Thursday, February 14, 2008

"You'll never be able to claim you made it on your own"

I'm so tired from college visits that my heels have split open from wearing uncomfortable ballet flats and walking around all day -- so I'm very sorry for the lack of updates (I'm soaking my feet in Epsom salts and feeling a little like a granny right now).

Anyway, a reader posted here that I'll never be able to claim that I made it on my own -- and I disagree.

It's true that I'm not scrounging for coins in the back of my couch, but I have worked extremely hard and completely by myself for the past two years. I sleep a maximum of three hours every night -- I'm constantly writing fashion articles, constantly working on my blog, constantly working on networking with editors from Seventeen, CosmoGIRL!, Teen Vogue, designer Alexander Wang, and many other industry professionals. Everything I've done up to the point of paying for housing in New York City is completely my work only -- my parents didn't even know that I had been working in fashion until last summer when I sent out resumes to 40 local fashion designers and finally received one positive response. I pull all-nighters to send out my resume, network with people, write about fashion -- and maintain straight As, perform at least 2 hours of community service every week for the March of Dimes or Key Club (both of which I'm an officer in), work on the school yearbook, and fulfill my duties as Varsity cheer captain (20 hours a week of cheer on two teams).

Yes, my parents have provided financial backing -- but they don't support fashion. Yes, I don't know New York City as someone who lives in Queens -- and I don't claim to. I claim to love fashion, I claim to work very hard to the best of my ability, and I claim to be proud that I know how to make myself happy. I'm sorry Gabrielle that you must leave the city that you love -- but I don't think it's fair that you could assume so much about me, from "not making it on my own" to "sad little girl who made up a fantasy blog".

I'm very tired from 5 hours of cheerleading and college visits today, so I'm going to call it a night. This wasn't the post I was preparing to write, but I will save that for later. Good night, lovelies.

ex.oh.ex.oh
Miss Couturable
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