Am I the only one feeling seriously uninspired when it comes to my fashion choices at the mo? It’s like every day I wake up, look at what my wardrobe has to offer and just throw on some jeans (which are all at least one size too small at the moment because I tumble-dried them/keep eating carbs like I’m getting ready to hibernate) and a t-shirt and go about my day looking drab as hell.

I used to think that jeans and a t-shirt was effortless chic. I loved the way I looked in my go-to getup. Now, however. I hate my jeans. I hate the cuts of the t-shirts I buy. I hate all clothes. No matter how simple they are. It just seems as though I am forever spending upwards of £50 on jeans that just don’t fit right/aren’t flattering while I fill my wardrobe with tops that give me a lil pregnant looking tum.

And it doesn’t stop there. I can wander around the shops for hours, looking for something that really stops me in my tracks, to just come home empty handed and continue to fulfil my fashion destiny of wearing ill-fitted jeans and hideous t-shirts.

I’ve been thinking about this a lot. I went through a phase of thinking that it had something to do with self-esteem issues. Maybe it’s not the clothes I’ve stopped liking but the way that I look in them. It makes sense, right?

But then I came across this pink Topshop dress. Not necessarily very me, but it definitely stopped me in my tracks. Amongst a sea of dresses, this one called to me. It’s pink. Hideously pink. Ruffled. Polka dot. Midi. #URGH. It’s bad taste is the best kind of way. Truly man-repelling.

When I tried it on for the first time, I realised what this dress symbolises. It’s a risk that makes me feel absolutely bloody fantastic. In my younger years, I’d wear whatever the hell I wanted; neon jackets, mini skirts, fishnet tights, heels round-the-clock.  Now, in a world where fast fashion has been given a whole new meaning, I am all too often convincing myself out of these purchases. I tell myself that £50 on a dress that will soon be plastered all over the internet, sold out by tomorrow and be last week’s fashion by Friday is a waste of my money. But since buying this dress, I’ve realised just how over that mindset I am.

Every time I wear this dress, someone compliments me on it. And I feel that’s a rare thing nowadays. You know, the GENUINE type of compliment that comes in the form of ‘I love your dress’ or ‘That outfit is gorge’ NOT ‘I saw that dress on [insert blogger/influencer/celeb here] on Instagram’ or ‘OMG you got that dress?! I though it sold out after[insert blogger/influencer/celeb here] wore it’.

So the truth is, this dress has really helped me. It’s made me realise that we all deserve to be a bit f***ing fabulous sometimes. It can often feel as though the internet-famous have all rights reserved when it comes to being fabulous but this dress calls BS on that.

So, while I float through London look like a frilly intestine, just remember that we’re all entitled to be fabulous. Don’t let Instagram make you feel otherwise. Buy the garish dress and wear it like you’re the only bloody person that owns it – KAY?!