It's a very awkward time in dressing--it's still pretty warm, yet air conditioned rooms and random cold breezes pop up here and there which leaves a girl to question...what the hell do I wear? In between summer and fall, I try to incorporate some cozy pieces, while still being careful that I have a breathable feature about my outfits. Here is what I wore on a day where the weather was just so, and I felt perfectly insulated (and pretty chic)

The skirt, my favorite from Asos, was perfect to pair with this lovely blouse from Faithful The brand, a light jacket from H&M , and a favorite pair of heels to match all of the outfit.
It was the most beautiful day in Oslo and I didn't mind walking around at all with my lovely friend Elizabeth.
Since you guys know me by now, you know my #1 thing is comfort. This is one of my favorite outfits because I felt so light and airy. I fell in love with the simplicity of it.

I hope I gave you some inspiration on what to wear on those days when the weather is a bit iffy, which we will see more of as we head into the wonderful fall season *insert smiling pumpkin emoji*

1. /Edit your photos/
It never hurts to learn one or two things in Photoshop, a basic course is more than enough for you to make the most of your photos. Small things like cleaning up garbage from the ground, removing wrinkles from clothes, disappearing bruises you got at the gym, and fixing saturation or sharpness are what makes the difference from a normal photo to a professional, blog-worthy one.

2./Quality & Quantity/
Maybe you aren’t the kind of blogger who posts every day, but when you do post try to present the best quality. If the photos aren’t of your liking, don’t post them! I also want to highlight how important is to select your photos, you may have 30 really good photos but repeating the same image with a different pose is visually tiring for your readers. Think of your like a magazine, and every post as an individual editorial. You want to show only the best photos.

3/INVEST IN EQUIPMENT/

You don’t have to (I repeat: you -don’t- have to) buy the most expensive camera, but do your best to invest in one from middle range that gives you a good quality and image, I Use a Canon EOS 70D and I find it’s an excellent camera for its final purpose; blog and Instagram images aren’t usually bigger than 2k pixels.

The basic lens that comes with most cameras is pretty good, I still use mine from time to time for specific (Like the close-ups showed here), however, for street style is recommended a lens that gives you a precise and focused bokeh so you’ll need a lens with at least an f/2 to be noticeable. The recommended lens for this is the 50mm f/1.8 (or if you want to invest in a really good one, the 50mm f/1.4) and the 85mm f/1.8.
Anyway, don’t limit yourself to experiment with different lenses if you have the chance to, some bloggers take amazing photos with non-standard lenses and their phones.

4/TEAM UP WITH CREATORS/
If your partner or family are lacking in the photography department, look up for local photographers or friends that are willing to help you out.

Not only you’ll have more ideas from a second person, but both can benefit from each other work without paying anything. If, at the end of the day, you are unable to find anyone, do not hesitate to invest in a good tripod and remote control.

Don’t stop experimenting and trying new things, I’m personally very perfectionist and I like my blog to have a certain style and vibe, but I still like to keep open the door for new possibilities. Five years haven’t been enough to make me an expert on this topic, but we hope you find these tips helpful.

Despite my fears and internal struggles about my body, I always yearned to be a woman confident enough to wear a swimsuit without worrying about other people’s opinions.
Societal preconceived standards of beauty constantly served as reminders that I should only feel confident wearing a bathing suit if my body fit their beauty standards. The stereotypical “perfect” body that suggests you must have a flat stomach, zero back fat and no love handles along with perfectly toned legs.

I come from a little town in Sweden, where everyone knows each other, where gossip inhabited by judgment are a daily occurrence.
It is impossible to go unnoticed and not be in the day-to-day gossip.
At the age of 16, I became the center of attention due to my body’s weight: “Cami is chubby,” “Camila is the only chubby one in the family,” “Why is Cami so chubby?”; chubby, chubby, chubby!
I heard that so many times that it made me question myself: Why was it so bad to be chubby or fat?

Wondering around I concluded that while obesity was a problem that could severely harm my health, society’s concern about obesity was not purely health-related, but rather aesthetical. Society’s preoccupation with obesity is that aesthetically it is unpleasant or ugly while diminishing the importance of any other repercussion that may come with it. Unconsciously, little by little, I began to internalize society’s beauty standards.

Standards that I could not even relate to, yet I accepted. One day, while looking at my reflection in the mirror I noticed the gravity of these standards. I began despising the person in the mirror. The older I got the more my own insecurities manifested themselves hindering my self-esteem.

I began to believe that in order to be happy and for someone to love me one day, I had to change my physical appearance. I felt the need to lose weight and not necessarily because of my health. That was the least of my concerns. The drive I felt to lose weight was purely in vain; the end goal was to be loved by anyone else, except myself.

At the end of last year, after multiple, failed attempts with dieting and workouts (all for the wrong reasons, I might add), I felt desolate. Wanting to make physical changes out of sheer vanity had finally taken a toll on me. I finally wanted something more… more self-love. But, how could I love myself? I hated everything; all, inside and out. Every back roll, every stretch mark and every dark spot caused by my overweight, everything.

New year resolutions were just around the corner, and for the first time I didn’t want to start the new year with the same purpose as past years: lose weight. It was then that I decided that this year’s resolution would be to read a book for every month of the year. I felt a great desire to discover the meaning of self-love, and I knew that reading would be a good starting point. Today, 7 books* later, I finally have the courage to say no more…

No more to depriving myself of wearing a swimsuit this summer. No more putting myself through ridiculous diets and excessive workout routines just to acquire the “ideal body” and therefore finally fit in. I decided I would not allow society to diminish my self-worth solely based on my physical appearance because it did not match those seen on Instagram, or other social media platforms as well as advertisements.
With time, I have learned to love and accept my body figure as it is. It is important to note that the acceptance of my body and myself go beyond being able to wear a bathing suit out in public. The process of accepting myself has not only been a physical journey but a spiritual and internal struggle as well.

I began to understand that those things that were hurting my self-esteem were no more than my own interpretation of our society’s concept. When I would come across a model or an influencer’s picture wearing a beautiful dress that accentuated their figure my mind was instantly triggered with negative thoughts. I would convince myself that I could never possibly wear this dress and that would limit me from even trying it on or entering the store. I took it a step further and became a critic of other plus size girls.
This monster I became was a coping mechanism I developed because they had the self-esteem and confidence I lacked. I finally concluded that I was my own worst enemy. I had become a toxic person not only judging myself but anyone surrounding me.
I had succumbed to society’s standards of beauty and became the biggest enforcer of them.

I concluded that when we judge a person based on their physical appearance it is because we are envious of the confidence they have and we lack. Today, I want to invite everyone to begin by accepting ourselves as we are. Let’s go out wearing whatever we want, radiating confidence and while we are at it give each other compliments and not let society infect us with their preconceived ideas of the “ideal/perfect” women.
Let’s not let society destroy the most important thing we have as women: mutual support and respect for one another.