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Very short outfit post today. Having a bit of a low- self esteem day. Just a my hair isn't right, my this ain't right. Lol we all have those pointless days. Luckily mine lasts for like a couple of hours until I snap myself out of it. I'm wearing one of my favorite shoes in this picture, I think wedge sneakers are everything. It adds height but it has the comfort of a sneaker. Fun fact for the day: Be careful where you buy. It's great and all to support local stores and online blog stores. But some of them are complete rip- offs. I bought these boots somewhere in Chinatown for R 150. Another blogger sold these exact shoes for R 380! That's horrible ... like at least add your own touch to the boot. Total rip- off! Not everything has to be Topshop or Zara. I love these stores but there's absolutely nothing wrong with Mr Price or Chinatown. 

Enjoy!

Reneva

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Sister Stylin' 2

This is the second outfit I chose for my sister. This cobalt blue is huge this winter. So is every other jeweled- tone hue. I'm in a space of waiting for life- changing news. Obviously it has to be kept under wraps till all is official. Yet good or bad I am thankful for every opportunity that comes my way. Usually unexpectedly.

I am constantly thinking about how to make the blog experience better for Pretty Messy Readers. So pop me a suggestion via email. I love hearing any feedback you guys may have. 

Enjoy the week!
Reneva

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Sister Stylin'

This is my older sister, Colleen. She is a self- proclaimed shoe addict. A few years back I counted her high- heels alone and it totaled at 65! I styled her myself which what I do a number of times except this time she didn't change a thing. Which is what she usually does. I've been dying for summer ... even spring. I can't wait for it to be warm enough for a breezy dress and some flat sandals. 

             Enjoy! 
             Reneva
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Suit and Tie

Hey Guys .. This is just a short outfit post. 

This outfit was featured on the blog a while back but not with heels.

And not in collaboration with Amy. The jacket in these photos is my most favorite jacket and I've had it for ages. I've been having so much fun on Lookbook.nu , a site where bloggers mostly share their style. I've conversed with a bunch of interesting people all around the world. What's not to love about that? 

Enjoy!

Reneva

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People's Person

I love photographing people. Everyone is so different. The smiles, the ''I'm a boss'' face are brilliant moments to capture. I'm definitely working towards taking photography even more seriously. But this specific hobby is a tad bit expensive. 
The pictures are not the best quality. My camera died on me so bare with me. 
Enjoy!|
Reneva
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13th minute of Self- Inflicted Pain

I've been on a ''Let's Eat Healthier'' eating plan for two weeks. Not a diet as  I love my body, just need to tone here and there. I weighed 45kg on school, trying to return to that original weight is a little ambitious and anorexic looking. I am growing up and with my lack of model height, weighing that little will make me look like a small little girl. Like the girl at the bakery who said that under no circumstances could I be married as she was very sure I am twelve years old. Yes lady, because I don't know my birth date. Parents made a mistake. Thanks for making me see the light. 

Anyway, It has been an ongoing struggle with my weight since the pregnancy. Your body changes completely. Some women never come back to the promised land, some more or less emulate what they were before. Point is, I am not at ease with how I look now, I do want to wear my bikini on Clifton Beach and be like, ''Yeah Son, I'm a Mother''. So instead of boring my husband with tummy tuck stories or being angry at my wardrobe I will sacrifice some KFC and Coca Cola (for a little bit). But what makes this journey even more difficult are the comments from other fellow girls. One of the beauticians where I did my eyelashes at asked me If I am pregnant. Sorry, but she was like twice my size. Which I could of mentioned. But you know those people, diss everyone- It's cool. Diss them- They're depressed for ages. I took it well considering she said it in front of other ladies. Then at the shop later, the cashier who previously attended one of my schools asked me why am I so fat NOW? Super embarrassing. I proceeded to tell her I'm married and I have a son. And she says- But you were so quiet at school.

Erhm.
I guess I never received the memo that ''quiet people'' are not supposed to get married or have babies. God forbid both.

But then there are other people who comment on this blog, friends, strangers that give me extremely lovely comments. Like one sweet lady who told my Husband he has a very pretty wife. I don't need those compliments to feel good about myself. But I know I don't need anyone else asking  why I'm so fat when I still fit in my size 30 jeans. I mean I just upgraded from an elasticized band to a zipper.

Thing is, before growing up and realizing the negative comments usually come from people who don't matter I would of obsessed over what they said. Typical Girl. Scrutinize yourself, Study the quickest escape from that insecurity. I know this is a huge problem with Girls considering the status's I see. And this why I would like to introduce the 13th minute of Self Inflicted Pain.

Take the girl who just got her heart- broken. Movies show us the steps to recovery.

Step 1: Anger - Proceed to slander his name, Extremists might slap him around a bit, Swear at him.
Step 2: Unbearable Pain- Uncontrollable Crying, Eating
Step 3: Empty- You feel like your the only single person in the entire world
Step 4: You see a dim light in the darkness. It gets brighter with time.

You probably noticed that some people's heartbreak phases lasts longer?
Because they inflicted that on themselves.
Human beings are designed to feel emotional pain for a maximum of 12 min. Everything thereafter is self- inflicted. Still can't get over your ex that you went out with in the year 1999? Your fault. This might seem harsh. But so are you are- On Yourself. Next time something really heart- breaking happens to have your crying jag, Your entitled. But wallow in your misery for days, weeks ... You doing it to yourself. The key is trying. I could be discouraged at certain comments about my weight. Obsess in the mirror and put myself down over and over again. The 13th minute is crucial to the growth of your mind. Do you want to have the same thoughts and thinking processes over the SAME things over and over? Because that's what you will achieve when you inflict the same painful thoughts on yourself. This is why people use these corny but true sayings such as ''No one can make you feel inferior unless you let them''.

Wake Up.
Change your 13th Minute.