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[Werbung wegen Verlinkung] Talking about struggles in my latest blogpost... “I want to be able to look back and say: ‘It was hard. I cried. I fought so much. I was just about to give up and then it finally happened – everything made sense. It wasn’t for nothing.’” - feel free to have a look at the post on luziehtan.de, available - as always - in English and German. 🖤 • 📷 @jfcreationsphotography

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[Werbung wegen Verlinkung] “Music. You need it so you don't forget. Forget that... there are places in this world that aren't made out of stone. That there's something inside... that they can't get to, that they can't touch. That's yours.” - The Shawshank Redemption • My favorite quote about music. From a great movie. Sharing it with you together with yet another amazing portrait from my dearest @jfcreationsphotography

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[Werbung wegen Verlinkung] Auf dem Blog gibt‘s mal wieder einen neuen Post! 🖤 luziehtan.de • 📷 @jfcreationsphotography

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#stayathome = #selfietime 🤓 Gestern mal wieder ein bisschen Farbe ins Gesicht gepackt. Aber wirklich nur ein bisschen.

#stayathome = #selfietime 🤓 Gestern...

Life was good today. ♥️

Life was good today. ♥️

[Werbung wegen Verlinkung] Wenigstens scheint die Sonne, es ist warm draußen, ich hab‘ einen Balkon (den ich jetzt doch nicht verbessern kann, weil @obi_baumarkt_ meine Bestellung storniert hat und ich jetzt nur Erde und ne kleine Schaufel bekomme, haha! Bin euch aber nicht böse, kann’s ja irgendwie verstehen - bin nicht die Einzige, die den Plan hatte...), höre den ganzen Tag Musik (draußen für mehr Konzentration beim Lesen gerne mit Kopfhörern, zum Beispiel den praktischen In-Ears von @sudio und ganz viel @listentolambert), ich kann in bequemer Kleidung rumgammeln (der Hoodie war eine limitierte Geschichte von @jessybarden zur wunderbaren Serie „The End of the f***ing World“ auf @netflixde und er könnte grad nicht passender sein!) und allgemein könnte so eine Quarantäne ja wirklich schlimmer sein. Ätzend ist es trotzdem, vor allem so allein. Aber ich hab‘ Spucki. ♥️

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Respectfully f*** off please. ♥️ #stayathome

Respectfully f*** off please. ♥️...

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[Werbung wegen Verlinkung] Monday Mood - when your favorite bar provides you with an Argyle Punch premix for the quarantine. ♥️ Ich hab‘ jetzt schon so viele Memes gesehen, dass es nach dem ganzen Mist zwei Gruppen geben wird: perfekte Köche oder Alkoholiker. Ersteres ist definitiv die bessere Idee, auch wenn mein Pulli meine Gedanken zu all dem am besten ausdrückt. „Social Distancing“ oder wie ich es lieber nenne „zusammen allein“ erfordert für uns alle spezielle Maßnahmen, um mit der Einsamkeit (oder auch Zweisamkeit, die einem sicher auch ganz schön auf den Sack gehen kann!) klarzukommen. Der ein oder andere Drink schadet da nicht, aber ich möchte euch gerne nochmal dran erinnern, Alkohol bitte in Maßen zu konsumieren, denn Alkohol ist keine Lösung (sondern ein Destillat, höhö!), auch bei Corona nicht. Und bei Einsamkeit erst recht nicht. Gönnt euch vielleicht mal ein Gläschen beim FaceTimen mit Freunden oder halt, weil dann wieder Samstag ist und ihr im Normalfall ausgegangen und euch einen Cocktail genehmigt hättet, aber übertreibt bitte nicht. Habt euch lieb und #stayathome 😘

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[Werbung wegen Verlinkung] Mal wieder eine klassische Dreierreihe vollmachen. Sorry, dass ich euch alle enttäuschen muss, dass es das Kleid nicht gibt, das ist schon ein paar Jährchen alt... 🙈 Ich hoffe aber, dass ihr euch trotzdem über diese grandiosen Fotos von @jfcreationsphotography freuen könnt. ♥️ #plussize #plussizeoutfit #plussizeblogger #luziehtan #celebratemysize #honormycurves #effyourbodystandards

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• Time to grow up | VIII – About Struggles… •

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Crazy times… I’ve been waiting to write this blog post because it’s not an easy one. I wanted to wait for March to end because with it, my job is cancelled. I’m jobless, yet again. But how ironic is it that right now, it feels like the whole world is going kinda crazy. Some of us are able to work from home, others were dismissed because of that virus, others are now more important than ever and are working so much in order to keep us safe. And now I’m in a position like many of us, but not because of a weird virus that’s trying to kill mankind. It’s weird to write about this because these pandemics are somehow movie-like. We watch apocalypse movies and series, know everything about how to kill zombies (aim for the head!), feel prepared for something like “the end of the world”, and then there it is: a worldwide quarantine. We’re all stuck at home. No more social interactions. Restaurants and stores closing, people losing their jobs, fearing their existences, we’re not allowed to meet friends anymore, and yet the sun is shining as if we’re starting into a global summer holiday. And then there’s me, in the middle of this mess, feeling kinda helpless  and useless and little – again.

Struggles. Today’s blog post title and this funny looking word is kinda what describes my whole life in the past three years. I’ve been fighting and fighting, failing, falling, standing up again and continuing my fights. I’ve been dismissed in such a disgusting way, won’t talk about it, but let me say: it was unfair. It was not okay how people treated me. It was humiliating. And it hurt so much because looking back at the past three years, I’ve been proceeding, going back, having little victories, major losses, the full program. I’ve been through it all and I had just felt safe for the first time, having a job, a new home, the money to pay for a decent life. I’ve still never given up because I felt like the fight is worth it in the end. People left me. My best friend couldn’t stand me anymore, telling me I’m too self-centered and negative. I couldn’t understand how the person who’s been with you through so much and who really knew me could simply leave me, knowing how I feel. Then again: even my ex-husband left me in the most disgusting way ever and knew how broken I was, thanks to depression and anxiety. People seem to have no problems with leaving me when I need them the most. But they also don’t even care, obviously, they don’t even want to know about me and what’s going on. The same seems to happen with jobs. The only constants in my life are my parents, supporting me whenever and wherever they can. Always offering me to help if they’re able to and I am more than thankful for these two. They’re my life.

But to be honest: I’m sick of fighting. I know I can do a lot, I know I’ve learned so much in the past years, I’ve grown, I’ve been through many experiences that others go through in many years – I did it in only three. I’ve never given up and I don’t wanna give up. I’m just tired. Just because you know you can, does it really mean that you have to? All the time? I guess so. But what happens, when you’re just not able to anymore? Life goes on. And it’s scary. Life has a weird way to kick you in the stomach over and over again but at the same time ask you to go on as if nothing happened. Sometimes I wonder if this all will end and everything will be okay. It doesn’t feel so. But I feel like it has to. This all can’t be for nothing. I don’t want the past years to just be another failed try. I want them to be worth it. I want to be able to look back and say: “It was hard. I cried. I fought so much. I was just about to give up and then it finally happened – everything made sense. It wasn’t for nothing.

• JahresrückBLOG 2019 •

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Well, I don’t even know where to start… it’s been a hell of a year. I’ve been through a lot and it wasn’t just good stuff that happened. But I’m still here, I’ve survived and I’m still fighting. As I’ve told you so many times before: I’m not giving up. And 2019 was totally worth it. I’ve achieved so much, even though it wasn’t easy to get there. Of course, the highest price I had to pay was that I had to stop blogging. There’s absolutely no more time for it, I still haven’t found a photographer to work with, especially not for free (which I wouldn’t even want to ask for, but since I don’t make any money with this blog anymore, I’m simply not able to pay for it – and all the money I make now is much needed to pay for my rent, for food and for those little fun times after work, which are really, really rare). I had to change my life, completely. I had to → grow up and I’m glad I got to share some of it with you, at least in the beginning. The struggle was real, still is. But I know what I’m doing it for. It’s for my dream, the dream of living in my favorite city, on my own, in my own home, for myself – I am doing it all for me. And if that’s not the best reason to fight, what is? 

I truly miss blogging. I miss the good times of taking pictures on a regular, creating outfits, empowering all of you not only with my looks but also with my words. But fact is, people don’t read anymore, people like to consume perfect pictures on Instagram, preferably without an actual message, no content but a photo that’s nice to look at. You get to live from it when you’ve got the money to support a luxurious lifestyle – cause that’s what people prefer to see on Social Media. I’m not saying that there aren’t people who are looking for realness and/or follow accounts that actually have something to say. But after 10 years in the business, I’ve seen it all grow and eventually stand still or even going back. Blogging was a tough business even though I never really saw it a business, as work. It was always something I’ve loved, something that filled me with joy and happiness. But I believe that my time is over. I believe that blogging is over. We’ve all moved on to Instagram and probably will even move on to another app in some time. Who knows? Of couse, this is not the end of my blog. I just can’t say goodbye to all those good times just because I don’t have enough time anymore to do it like a few years ago. I had already decided to use my blog for what’s important to me to tell – my story. Hoping that the people who need to read it, will do so and feel empowered by a girl who just had to finally start living. It’s possible! And I will continue to share my story. Even if it’s just one post per year, I won’t stop blogging. Promise! These almost 11 years were a privilege and I will cherish them forever.

So, here’s a look back at my hardest but most successful year so far – 2019, the year I finally reached all my goals!

• Time to grow up | VII – About one year… •

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One year. Wow. It’s already been a whole year since I moved back to Hamburg, the city I love and where I feel at home. One year and so many things happened, so many changes, so many challenges, so many memories – great ones and not so great ones. It’s been a thrilling year, so I feel like writing a recap is obligatory to share my last year with you.

• Time to grow up | VI – About failing and fighting… •

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Oh, where to start? It’s time for a life update. I’m utterly sad that I don’t really find enough time for blogging anymore. Blogging as it was before is definitely over, but I guess that’s part of completely changing your life. And that’s fine. I’ve decided to blog about things that matter to me, topics that I find important and obviously all those changes in my life. Yes, I miss posting my outfits, but I’m happy to say that I still upload my looks on Instagram, even though I don’t really like that shallow platform. But nowadays, you have to go with the flow and there’s probably no better place to post what I wear than on Instagram, because it’s easy and fast and I can also show you my everyday looks without feeling bad cause I wanted my blog to be a place for high fashion and edgy looks, not only the stuff you can easily wear for running errands. I mostly show you my work looks now, which – thanks to my little job in the fashion store – luckily aren’t that boring (but it looks like I’m only wearing jeans anymore, haha! It’s just perfect for the job, comfy and easily combinable…) and from time to time, we shoot some outfits with store items that I like. My colleague is so nice to help by taking the pictures and she’s pretty good at it! I guess, I should hire her as my new photographer! :)

Well, but as today’s blog title says, I’m gonna write about failing – and fighting. And this is not easy to write. Right now, my life consists of fighting. Fighting to stay here in Hamburg, because it seems like I’m right back at the beginning, where I started last year when I came back – just with no money left. I’m seriously struggling and my situation is bad. Really bad. I’m not feeling great, I lost my second job, which was fun, due to the worst luck ever and it actually should’ve never been a reason to fire me because it’s just a natural risk of the work itself, but here I am, almost jobless again. All I have left right now is my mini job at the fashion store which luckily provides some money, but definitely not enough, not even enough to pay my rent – but that’s something I’m hopefully about to change cause what’s happening with our shared flat is also pretty bad and something I’m not taking anymore. I’m pissed off and I don’t wanna live in a shithole where the landlord just doesn’t care about anything but receiving way too much money. But that’s another story. My mental condition is that bad that even my physical condition is bad – I’ve lost a lot of weight, I’m not really hungry anymore, I keep becoming sick and I’m very tired. Tired of everything. 

And I’m scared. I’m literally scared. I don’t wanna leave Hamburg, it’s the place I love, it’s home. Whenever I remind myself that I’m here, I feel like I’m exactly where I should be, where I belong to. And I don’t wanna change this. I don’t wanna go. I don’t wanna say that I’ve failed completely. Right now, I “just” failed at being able to pay for living. That’s bad enough. I don’t wanna give up yet. Not everything I’ve already achieved in almost a year being back. Not living at my favorite place. I’m fighting. Probably not enough, cause I’m scared as hell, but I’m doing what I can. I’m trying my best. And I will continue to do so. But to be honest, May seems to be the last month I’m able to fight. I will have to find a job that pays for my life here. Otherwise, I have no other choice than giving up, even though this isn’t an option I want to accept yet. So here goes nothing: everything. It just has to work out this time. 

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