A couple of years ago, I was a girl with no idea how to dress herself. I wore jeans every day that I hated on myself, shirts in long proportions that never seemed to flatter or be the right length, and sweatshirts because really, that’s just what all my friends wore and I wasn’t brave enough to break the style mold of that clique. The only time I really felt pretty was on Sundays or for special occasions when I could dress up and nobody would ask me why I looked so fancy. But then one week in December, I started following a few fashion blogs (Selective Potential, What I…