If you'e been reading my blog for a while, there are a few things you might know about me: I am a chronic nail biter, I eat ketchup with everything (seriously, everything) and I really, really don't do bodycon. The idea of something clinging to every last lump and bump is not something that appeals to me in the slightest. When I want to impress I go for the five year old's response: tutus and sequins. But you know what they say about your fears- you're supposed to embrace them, and while I'm not about to handle a huge tarantula or watch someone throw up repeatedly, I think I'm ready to give bodycon another go.
sequin dress- c/o Lavish Alice
fur jacket- Quiz
ankle boots- c/o Clothing at Tesco
So am I a bodycon convert? Potentially. I have plans to wear this dress again for Phil's company's Christmas party on Friday, but I definitely won't be wearing it for events where eating a lot of food is involved (aka, all the best events). I admit, I still felt a little (okay, more than a little!) self-conscious in something so clingy and tight, but I'm determined to push through the fear!
Are you a bodycon fan?