So many of you left lots of lovely comments on my I Heart Blogs post earlier today. I was about to leave this as comment to all of you at the end, but I decided to make it a full post instead, because I really wanted to make sure you all saw it.
You want to know why my blog reading list is so huge (and still growing), and why there are bloggers—from newbies to experts—on it? Because I believe very strongly in making the fashion blogging community a more inclusive environment.
Don’t we have enough air-kissing and airbrushing in the print world? Do we really need to take the negative aspects of the fashion industry and perpetuate them online too? I think not. We all know women come in different shapes and sizes, and that the average woman cannot afford to stock her closet with piece after designer piece. It’s wonderful that fashion bloggers have infiltrated the industry. But let us not forget where we come from, eh?
Jennine of Independent Fashion Bloggers and The Coveted is the one who deserves credit for pioneering this mentality, and for helping foster a nurturing and dynamic community of fashion bloggers. I’m just doing my little part. I know that I would never have achieved what I have in my life without mentors and people who were willing to share their knowledge. So part of my approach and reasoning is that this is my way of paying that kindness forward. When I leave comments on a blog and actually have them acknowledged, it feels good. You can tell which bloggers are just too busy to respond or get too many comments, which ones comment disingenuously, and which ones have totally bloated egos. The last thing I ever want to be perceived as is a stuck-up, self-righteous, delusional fashion blogger.
We all have to start somewhere. Plus, you never know what your words—a simple, positive comment and example—can do to influence a young blogger or bolster someone going through a difficult time. What’s the point of blogging if we are not doing that? Uh, yeah. That is narcissism. That’s just putting a whole bunch of pretty pictures of yourself online, then waiting to be worshiped and adored. Uh, no. This is Grit and Glamour. This is a celebration of both the reality and artifice of fashion. My Gucci—or Old Navy—still goes on one leg at a time, just like the rest of you.
Anyway, in the South, we all know you catch a whole lot more flies with honey.
Go forth and go blog.