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Best Part Of Me.

When people ask me, "What is your favorite day of the week?", my answer will always be "Sunday" which is a day with God.
The rest are "Stressdays". A day that I would spend my time listening to lectures at School, or maybe doing an activity at School.
I'm not complaining, I love School! But we can't forget the fact that the day ends with tired-panda-eyes.


When I get home from School, I would be greeted by house chores!
There is almost no time for myself, when I wake up in the morning, I would never have the "yay" feeling for choosing what to wear for School.
A shirt and jeans matched with hackneyed sneakers would be fine, but isn't that way too boring?
I don't know what your side is, but to me Fashion is suppose to be in my best friend.

A quote by Nina Garcia, made me realize the "power" of accessories.
It can either make or break a look.

Few days ago, two people gave me this boring bracelets.
To be honest, I love bracelets, but I've come to realize I am not a fan on wearing them.








I was planning on leaving the bracelets at the house, but I didn't wan't to hurt their feelings.
As time goes by, I've learn to enjoy wearing it. I've realized that the bracelets were the "best part of me".
It completed every look I had during School days.
I thought that it might be a lucky charm to me, but I laughed since I do not believe in luck.





Then finally, It came to my thoughts,
For a person who thinks deeper, and focuses on a value and sincerity behind an item than the brand name it holds..
This is what made my outfit complete, this is what made me complete.
It is the sincerity of the two persons that gave this to me.
A gift isn't beautiful because of it's brand name, it is beautiful because of it's sincerity and value.
It's what makes a look "beautiful".
This is the best part of me.





"I'm a big believer that accessories can make or break a look."
-Nina Garcia

Wearing:

Bag from Lacoste

Red velvet blouse from Guess

Dark blue blouse from Mango

Black leggings from Kamiseta Ph



Sincerely, Grace Dajao Flores (BaeBae)


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