H&M looks

Need to step up your internet, street-style attire for an affordable price?

H&M has all of your basic needs for Summer/Fall 2015.

My wardrobe has always been minimalistic. I like to be comfortable but I like to look different than everyone else, as well. I like to take simple, universal looks and add my own flair.

One of the things I focus on for my wardrobe are staple pieces, whether it's a lipstick color, a shoe that pops or a tube top. Try new things, you may surprise yourself! Staple pieces are articles of clothing or accessories that contribute to your final overall 'look' and can be worn diversely. They should draw people's attention to your outfit. 

My look today was inspired by 90s grunge and street styles of the internet. I paired the basic black dress with my black bra - your bra can be an accessory these days too! 

By pairing the sandals with my black socks, it really added to the grunge look for me. Socks are my favorite accessory, so you will usually catch me trying to pair every outfit with a dope pair. I added my purple tattoo choker for a pop of color! 

Shop my outfit: 

Dress, Sandals : H&M

Socks : Ralph Lauren

Choker : TrillTreasurez

pys,
Allie ♡

Phuck Yo Standards

Mean girls got me here ~ & I have to thank them all. You are all the fuel to my fire within. ♡

-> Ask me ANYTHING! Let's chat about life <-

I have been around a lot of mean girls in my life. Mainly, because I used to be one of them and all my friends were too. Oh Tina Fey, how you understood my teenage life, so, so well!

But before you make a presumption and stop reading - hear me out! 

Though, I can't say I've been perfect 100% of the time - angel emoji - I have learned so much. All I want to do is share what I've learned with other people. In hopes that someone can read what I write and relate, or someone can see a different perspective and have it change their own. My point is, for me, my existence is not to try to alter your thought process without your permission or to convince you I'm right. It's for me to vent, to understand and to find others who feel the same.

Anyway. Girls are vicious and they always will be. Give or take the handful of amazing girls I keep in touch with and always will, but I've never been the type of girl to hang around with tons of other girls.

In high school, I was new and that was hard. On top of not knowing anyone, being in complete culture shock moving from Texas to Utah and troubles adjusting to this new lifestyle, I was lucky I had something to fall back on. I started cheering when I was 8 and quit after I graduated high school. I had practice 5 - 6 days a week, every week. It forced me to socialize with girls who had similar interests to me, which was something I needed at the time.

While I started to make friends, I also started to make enemies. I'll spare the boring details but I want to share one story about bullying that I hope anyone can gain a different perspective from. I was 16 and like any other teenage girl, I was boy crazy. Growing up in a predominately conservative society, pre-martial sex is strongly looked down upon. Being different than going by the book is strongly looked down upon. Being myself, who is loud, curious, aware, open and accepting - I had an extremely hard time understanding why people wanted me to be someone I wasn't at all.

It all hit me the end of my Junior year. I remember the night like it was yesterday. I had been getting in to a lot of trouble. My best friend was a year older than me and about to graduate, as was the boy I was dating. I was sad and lonely. Over high school completely but still had another year in front of me. I was with the boy I had dated on and off my Sophomore and Junior year. He was driving me home after a night he bought take out for both of us and we went to his dad's house to watch movies and talk about the future.

My phone rang as we neared my neighborhood. It was my mom and she was frantic and emotionally upset, yelling over the phone and telling me to get home as soon as possible. She told me to use the front door, instead of the garage which was how I always got in the house. I asked the boy to speed up as we neared my street, I was worried, he was worried - I didn't know what I was walking in to. "Text me as soon as you get in your room," he said as I closed his car door and ran around the house to the front door.

The porch light was on, as well as my parent's bedroom light inside. I braced myself and took steps closer to the door. I noticed a pile of trash on the porch, as I got closer my mom opened the door before I could even get a grip on things. "Someone rang the doorbell and ran off. They left these for you," as she pointed to the trash on the porch. She started to cry and ran off to her room, leaving me in a complete daze. I walked over and picked up the trash. To my lovely surprise, it was a test tube of lube, condoms and douche bag. And I'll tell you - at this point, all I could think was that the stupid, blonde, mormon bitches that did this and made my mom cry, need some dick in their life.

"People don't like what they can't understand."

^^It's something I have to remind myself often!^^ 

Anyway, the point of this story is that you can't let bullies keep you down. They may hit you where it hurts, but it's because it's the easiest thing for them to grip on to and bring you down. Only small people will take your insecurities and throw them in your face. The best thing you can do? Sit back, smile and remind them how successful you are from hard work. Mean people don't win, remember that always.

Fashion has been one way for me to completely express MYSELF, inside and out. & I love being able to share my stories and share my fashion with you all. 

How amazing is this dress?! Anything vintage, grunge, punk, street has been my sauuuuce lately. I got this patchwork dress from DollsKill - follow them on insta or check out their site because they always have awesome deals.

Thanks for reading and remember ~

Phuck Yo Standards,

Allie 

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♡

pys,

allie

Shop My Styles on Poshmark!

I'm selling some new & pre-loved items on my Poshmark! 

Shop my styles |----> here <----| !!!!!!

Here are some things up 4 sale right now:

O-Mighty - 'But Officer... They Were Fuckin With My Squad' Gray, Crop Halter - $25

YRU - Holographic Odyssey Platform Sandals ~ Size: 8 - $85

Pleated Cheer Skirt - Size: Small - $45

High-Waisted Denim Shorts ~ Vintage Levi's ~ 420 Pocket - Size: 1/2 - $36

alliehustle@gmail.com - for inquiries! 

pys,

allie  ♡

Di$COUNT UNIVERSE ~~ ♡

Rihanna will forever be my #1 fashion slayer icon... While, Miley is staying up there too!

Rih Rih stepped out in this amazing dress from Discount Universe last night. It reads, 'You Will Never Own Me,' in the front & 'I Will Never Fear You' on the back. Get it!!! This is from their 2014 MBFWA Runway Collection. 

(source: Necole Bitchie)

I discovered Discount Universe around this time last year and I'm always so inspired by their amazingly unique collections!

&&Who can forget Miley's sick photo shoot in her tie-dye Discount tee??

So if you haven't already, check out Discount Universe!! Bc for any millennial, cyber babe living in the digital era - it's a must.

Check them out - Di$COUNT UNIVERSE ♡

pys,

allie

Dear mean bitches,

I've been having a hard time lately.

Some days are good and some days are bad. What makes it all worse, I know I do it to myself. I don't have to feel this way, but I do.

I can remember being a little 4 year old with big hopes & dreams of being recognized for my achievements at an early age. I gave myself a deadline. My 4-year-old-self gave my adult-self a deadline to be successful - to be a millionaire by 24. Obviously, looking back now I realize how far-fetched this dream was, but, I also have to commend little Allie. She was ambitious and it pains me to say, over the past year I've suddenly lost this ambition.

This year, I'll be 24. I think that's why it's all hitting me so hard right now. I haven't acted in almost a year, which is what I was going to school for. I've been writing and recording for a mixtape, which has taken the back seat due to, well, life. I just know that I haven't been myself lately, and I'm tired of that.

I grew up in conservative Texas, moved to conservative Utah when I was 15 and grew up in a (somewhat/mainly) socially liberal family. I was conflicted by my surroundings and by what my family taught me and that was very hard for me.

I lived in a society where moms stayed at home. My friends mom's would wake them up, make them breakfast, take them school and pick them up. Granted, there were several exceptions to this standard but it was the norm for most of my friends. Dads worked, dads traveled and dads were the breadwinners.

That wasn't the case for me.

Both of my parents worked, really fucking hard. My dad would wake up at 4:00 am every morning to get to work, so, my mom would get us ready for school, make sure we ate and dropped us off on her way to work. On days she had to be there early, I would take the bus. Dad would make dinner, mom got home after 6:00 pm and that was that. That was my normal.

Kids are brutal, though. I can't tell you how many times my friends would make comments about how weird it was my dad cooked dinner every night. But it got worse.

My mom took a new job when I was in 6th/7th grade, which required her to be in New York City every Monday - Friday. She wanted to be close to family so instead of going east to make it easy on her, we moved to Utah after I finished 9th grade.

All I wanted growing up was to fit in. I was the new kid and with that title, it isn't easy. Luckily, I had cheerleading to put my time and energy into, along with taking out my frustrations. It was a true blessing to have my coaches looking out for me, with the few teachers I actually respected, along with my amazing parents and family. I was never alone but I felt that way for a long time.

It was hard in high school to be in a town that was mainly Mormon and not exactly accepting of people who are different, aka me and my family. Girls and their moms (mainly from my cheer team) would make comments about my mom being absent for certain events, or how it was strange that while everyone had cheer moms, I had a cheer dad.

Right now, I'd like to take a sec a give a big FUCK YOU to all of those bitchy girls & their sad moms that I knew back then. Thank you for being so mean to me. You gave me my drive to be better.

I was bullied, very equally, by boys and girls. I don't know how I made it through some days, but I did. I'm still here and I'm still fighting. I still deal with bullies and it still makes me sad. You just have to remember to focus on the good, put your energy where it belongs and spend time with people who enjoy spending time with you!!!

I'm not sure where the passion went, I know it's still inside of me, I just haven't been searching for it hard enough lately. Remembering what got me to this point is a great starter, though. If you're reading this and you can relate, just remember that you aren't alone! Life is hard, people are mean but you have to enjoy what you've been given because it's all we know! This world is beautiful. Even if it can be pretty shitty, find the beauty in the shit!!

And for the record, I have the best parents in the entire world. We struggled for awhile to see eye-to-eye, but I know now that everything they did was to ensure I could live my dreams one day. They are two of the most incredible people I've ever met and I'm so lucky they support my crazy antics. They always have and I know they always will.

Anyway, you're not alone. You never are! If you feel that way, talk to me. Please. Life is too precious to feel like you don't have anyone to talk to about your experiences!! Always remind yourself that.

Fashion Update:

New fave shoes - from: Inu-Inu

&Like I said earlier, if you need someone - talk to me! 

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Thanks 4 listening.

pys,

allie ♡