Let's face it - despite you being dressed to the nines in lace and frills, despite the sugary-sweet print you may adorn yourself in, you aren't always fantastically sugary-sweet in mood. Just as we gothic lolitas are not always depressed and bitter, sweet lolitas are not always cheery. Our fashion does not always reflect our mood or personality. Why is it that I am always dressed in as much black as I can possibly get? You will know why momentarily. Life is hard, that should go without saying. But, at times, it is too difficult to bear. And I really want to reach out to the Lolita community, to those who need help.
I was suicidal throughout high school. Stress from classes and parents, crumbling relationships (romantic and non), and being a social outcast, even before Lolita... I felt completely and utterly alone. There were three attempts, total, that I made on my own life through high school: once my freshman year, once my sophomore year, once my junior year. My senior year was the first time I sought professional help. It was a very painful time for me, and I still don't like talking about the details. I didn't seek help for long - after a couple of months, I stopped seeing the shrink. I began seeking other outlets in which to find myself.
| A drawing from my depression... and no one figured it out. |
I had already been interested in Lolita for a few years - I had been wearing it regularly through my sophomore and junior years, at least. I think that it is actually what served as the catalyst to my near-demise. I had (actually, I still have) major self-image and self-confidence issues. Between the sizing in brand pieces (I'm not overweight, mind you) and the pressure from the Lolita community to look perfect, it can all be too much.
| Some comments, like on the loli_secret community page, can be hurtful. |
Which is why I chose to focus on who I am, not who I wanted others to perceive me as. So I continue to develop myself as a person and as a member of the Lolita community. I develop my own sense of style, completely on my own, without the feedback of others in the Lolita community. I'm learning how to sew, so I can make and alter my own pieces. I sort of make my own niche in my style, and I still consider myself "Lolita", despite the mass amount of offbrand goodies I use, and my community members (who I am not particularly close to) don't really question it.
But I also found music as being therapeutic. The Japanese symphonic metal band Versailles is who I actually credit for turning my life around, for the better, as my last attempt was spoiled by their music. (THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!) I have re-discovered the joy of singing. I have been trying to study various vocal forms, mostly musical theatre and opera, and I'm venturing into getting a double-major in classical voice and music education.
| But his voice filled my spirit with a strange, sweet sound. In that night, there was music in my mind... and through music my soul began to soar And I heard, as I've never heard before! |
And now I feel like I've gotten a bit off-topic. My apologies, I have been writing this particular post over the span of a week in a journal, reflecting on who I was then and who I am now. So, let's rope it all together.
I suppose the base of my advice is this: find an outlet in which you can find comfort, or find a way to enrich your spirit. Do not turn to Lolita, unless it is in a self-enriching way. Many people like me have a love-hate relationship with Lolita.
My brother and I each found the keys of our lives in music (his in guitar, mine in voice). My darling friend Makena found hers in painting. One of my closest friends found his in poetry. And for those who aren't artistic, I know people who spend their days solving equations or seeking answers to the world's questions. Now, go find your key to your life. Who knows what you will unlock?
Remember, my little rufflebutted frineds... if you need someone to talk to, e-mail me at lune.x.noire@gmail.com. I will be there for you, even if you think no one else will.





