Lucy was known in her neighborhood for one thing: her style.
It was not that she wore the most expensive clothes-no, far from it.in fact, most of her dress cams from secondhand markets, patched and adjusted by her own hand. But she had a way of carrying herself, of putting pieces of fabric together, that made people stop and look twice. A simple scarf became a crown, a pair of old sneakers looked runaway-ready once she walked in them.
Everyone said she was "born with it". But the truth was, Lucy had worked hard to create her style.
She used to be that shy girl in school. The one who wore oversized hand-me-downs, she always hide at the back row so that no one would notice her. She hated the way her classmates laughed at her baggy shirt and shoes that doesn't match. For years she puts her head now, thinking that she wound never belong.
Then one day, while helping her aunt at the tailor's shop, she stumbled on a pile of fabric scraps. Pattern, colors, textures-things everyone else was as a wast. Amara, though, saw possibility. She started tying them into headbands, stitching patches onto plain tops, turning what was thrown away into something new.
That was how her style was born -not from wealth, but from creativity.
By the time Lucy turned seventeen, she had become something of a trendsetter. Girls in her came to her for advice:
"Lucy, how do I make this dress look less boring?"
"Lucy, can you help me tie my scarf like you do?"
At first, she felt awkward. But slowly, she realized that style wasn't just about clothes- it was about confidence. When she dressed with intention, she walked taller, spoke louder, smiled more. Her style gave her voice when words failed.
One day, her best friend Amanda invited her to a small youth event in town. The theme was "Express yourself". There was music, poetry, dance -and a mini fashion showcase.
"Lucy, you should join!" Amanda urged.
"Me? No way. I don't have designer clothes. They'll laugh at me.
But Amanda shook her head. "They won't laugh. They'll see you."
After a lot of convincing, Lucy agreed. She spent the night before sewing and styling three outfits from things she had collected: an old denim jacket, a skirt made from from patched Ankara fabric, and a pair of sneakers she painted herself.
When she walked out on the stage the next day, her heart hammered in her chest. But then, the crowd gasped- not because her cloth was fancy, but because they were different. Fresh. Bold
For the first time, Lucy saw people clapping for her, not laughing at her.
After the event, am older woman approached her.
"Young lady, where did you learn to do this?"
Lucy hesitated. " Nowhere. I just... make things up".
"That's a gift, don't let it go" the woman said.
Those words stuck with her. For the first time, Lucy thought: maybe this style of mine could become some more than just a hobby.
Weeks turned into months, and Lucy began sharing her outfits online. She didn't have a fancy camera or thousands of followers, but slowly people started noticing. Her comments filled with messages:
"Wow, this is nice and very beautiful".
"Teach us how you did this".
"Girl, you've got style!"
Not everyone understood it, though some classmates whispered, "she thinks she's better than us". Other scoffed, "style won't pay bills ".
At first, their words stung. But Lucy remembered the years she had spent hiding, ashamed of what she wore. She promised herself she wouldn't go back.
Her style was more than clothes -it was her story.
One Saturday evening, as she arranged fabric in her small room, Amanda said, "Do you realize how far you've come? You turned scraps into art. You made confidence out of nothing."
Lucy smiled, holding up a patchwork jacket. " You know what I've learned Amanda? Style isn't about what you wear. It's about how you wear it. It's about showing the world who you are- without saying a word."
And she meant it.
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STOPInteresting. More grace
It's a good thing that Lucy came out of her shell and embraced confidence allowing her creativity to speak for itself.
I enjoyed reading your blog @obioma12, thank you for sharing
Being original is always the best, regardless of what your fears me be of what people will say. Everyone have their own unique style which will be appreciated if properly harnessed and put in right use. Lucy knew well of this and that's why she didn't let opinions of others stop her from unveiling her style.
Lucy was a very clever girl And with a lot of style. Her tortuous past forced her to be reborn and reinvent her personality. A fun story to read.
Thanks for sharing your story with us.
Good day.