freshman fifteen

Freshman 15: Part 1

Reagan and her friend Lila, high school seniors, perused Instagram together while eating in the local mall food court. “Oh my god, look how fat Jenny looks in this picture Alyssa posted of her!” Reagan exclaimed. “No wonder she asked her to untag her,” smirked Lila. Reagan continued scrolling, noticing more girls who had graduated the year before looking more bloated and softer than she remembered them. “There is no way I will let myself go that much in college. Like they say everyone gains the freshman 15 but I have way too much self-control for that, girl.” “Me fuckin’ too. You will never catch me stuffed into a pair of high waisted shorts that fit perfectly 3 months ago with a roll hanging over the top,” Lila scoffed.

Fast forward one year later. Reagan awoke on the first day of her first spring semester, glad she didn’t have class until 10. Lila was across the small dorm room from her, rushing to get ready for her 9am. Reagan was enjoying college so far. She had made some friends in class, got invited to parties, and occasionally hooked up with a boy named Ryan. So far, she had kept her promise to herself that she wouldn’t gain the freshman 15, although she did overindulge a bit over Christmas break and she was feeling a tiny bit softer than she would have preferred. A couple intense workouts should bring her back to where she wanted to be, though.

She watched Lila struggle to button her jeans. “Goddammit! I ate so fucking much while I was home for break. All I did was lay around.” It showed, honestly. Reagan had noticed that Lila had definitely gained some weight during their first semester, though it wasn’t super noticeable because she was good at dressing in a flattering manner. Plus, she didn’t start by getting a beer belly; she was lucky and gained weight mostly in her butt and hips, giving her just a slightly more dramatic hourglass figure, as well as larger breasts. In the month she was home, Reagan had barely seen her, as Reagan worked retail and also had been on vacation with her family. Watching her attempt to close the button on her size 3 jeans, though, it was obvious Lila was getting a bit of a tummy. She jumped, shimmying into the pants a bit, pulling them up to her more narrow natural waist. Her belly jiggled as she did so, but she sucked it in and was able to fasted the jeans. She relaxed, and a small muffin top formed. Lila looked down at it, annoyed. “Fuck my life. I’m gonna be late.” She threw on a loose sweatshirt, grabbed her books, and bolted out the door.

Reagan got out of bed and peeled off her sweatpants, examining her own body in their mirror. The strings on her thong were cutting into her sides a bit, creating faint love handles. She turned to the side. Her belly was bulging a bit, though not anymore than it would be if she was just bloated. “I’ll just make sure I eat really healthy this week,” she thought. She didn’t wanna be like Lila, barely able to fasten her pants. How embarrassing.

If she was being honest, she was actually a little turned on at the idea of Lila getting chubby. Reagan was pretty, with long dark hair, green eyes, and freckles. Lila, however, gave off more of a sexy vibe, with her naturally curvaceous shape and beachy blond hair. Boys always gave Lila attention, and her first semester gain had only accentuated her best assets. Her boobs were bulging out of her 34D bra by the time it was finals week. Reagan looked down at her more modest B-cups, sighed, and put her oversize tee back on, paired with some yoga leggings.

Two months later, the weather was warming up and Reagan and Lila were at their first outdoor party of the year. By only 10pm, Lila had already had 2 beers, a shot of tequila, and was nursing a mixed drink. She was wearing a black bodycon dress that Reagan had bought with her sometime in the summer between high school and college, and it was certainly….bodycon. Her curves were in full display, but so was her growing belly. Reagan could not take her eyes off it. Lila was still, all things considered, pretty small. A random person off the street wouldn’t describe her as chubby, but Reagan estimated she had probably put on maybe twenty pounds since the year started. Her thighs used to barely touch, and they had visible muscle tone, but now they were thick and pressed together in the middle. Her butt had lost its muscle tone as well, but remained round. Reagan hadn’t seen her try to wear jeans since the first day of the semester. She knew Lila had chosen the dress because there was no way her shorts were going to fit her. Her upper arms were doughy and her face had filled out, but it honestly suited her, making her features softer and more delicate-looking. Her belly was really more accurately a pooch of fat below her belly button, accompanied by a set of love handles, accentuated by the thong she had to wear under her tight dress.

Reagan was trying to stick to shots with low-calorie chasers, but if she was being honest with herself, she had not lost the few pounds of holiday weight she’d gained and instead had put on several more. She hadn’t weighed herself, and her clothes still fit, but unlike Lila, her weight all went straight to her midsection. It wasn’t quite a potbelly yet, but she had expanded. She was wearing a baggy shirt because she knew she would get bloated from drinking, and that combined with the excess fat she was rapidly accumulating around her midsection was a recipe for some embarrassing party pictures of her to appear.

“Rea! Let’s dance, girl!” yelled Lila, approaching her with two red cups. “What’s in that?” Reagan asked. “It’s rum and coke.” She handed it to her, but Reagan appeared hesitant. “Relax, girly. I know you’re trying to watch your calories or whatever but live a little. We’re underage and it’s free alcohol. Ya take what ya can get, ya know?” Lila said, grabbing Reagan’s hand and dragging her to the makeshift dancefloor. Regan took a few sips. It was good.

The two girls joined the crowd of drunk twentysomethings, jokingly attempting to twerk to the trap beat the DJ was playing. Lila bent Reagan over and pretended to slap her ass. When she stood back up, she could feel the bottom of Lila’s protruding tummy against the small of her back.

To be continued…

10 things I learned in my first seven months of college

1. just because you walk to all your classes doesn’t mean you’re immune to the freshman fifteen, turns out, you actually have to exercise 

2. the freshman fifteen can be the freshman zero, to the freshman fifty, not gonna lie, it all depends on you 

3. just don’t even think about leaving your dorm or your apartment without all relevant chargers and headphones, you’ll regret it, and even though you think you’re gonna come back to your dorm soon your probably won’t 

4. you’ll probably oversleep if you take a nap between your classes, or you’ll have to sprint to make it in time 

5. if attendance is required, just go, even if attendance isn’t requirED JUST GO 

6. even if you have readings assigned per class, don’t wait until the test to read them all, if you wanna wait, read a week’s readings at a time, do not wait until the test if you don’t have to!

7. if you have a FULL meal plan, and haven’t eaten 2-3 meals a day there, don’t waste your money on fast food unless absolutely necessary, i know dining hall food gets annoying but just eat it, your wallet will thank you eventually 

8. you probably won’t dress up more than 4-5 times a month to go to class, make sure your sweatpants/leggings/gym shorts are clean 

9. just set a time to wash your laundry, also don’t be afraid to take people’s clothes out, also don’t wait until your hamper is full to wash, try to wash every 1-2 weeks (including your linens!!!!!!)

10. going out the weekend before a test is noT beneficial at all 

bonus!

11: success is self-defined! <3

The Baker - Gainer Fic

The Baker

John prepared the last cake for the day, letting it bake while he wiped some sweat off his forehead and tidied his clothes. This cake was not one for sale, but rather a cake for his date to come and try. He had no luck in the dating world since he hadn’t been looking very often. He finally decided to give tinder a try and agreed to meet with a man named Matt later that evening.

He was always very busy with work- he was a baker at a little pastry shop named “Delicate Bites.” The fact that they were meeting up at the shop showed just how often he spent at his work.

“Damn, I haven’t been on a date in a while… I hope it goes well” he said. He looked in the mirror. There was a bit of flour on his shirt from work earlier. He hurriedly tried to brush it off. He had a clean faux hawk, a defined jawline, and nice cheekbones. He had a nicely toned body. It wasn’t extremely muscular but it had some muscle on it, and barely any fat. He was considered extremely attractive. In fact, his customers often came just to see him!

The cake was ready, and he hurriedly cut it up and prepared a slice for his date. He promised his date he would let him try a piece, and he didn’t want to disappoint.

Not long after, Matt arrived. They exchanged their greetings and had nice conversation.

“I never expected a hunk like you to work at a bakery” Matt said. “I would’ve expected someone a little pudgier, you know, since you’re around cakes all the time.” Matt was pretty pudgy himself. What seemed to be a permanent freshman fifteen also had an extra sophomore thirty and a junior twenty on it. He had nice facial hair and his body was very hairy. He had some muscle, but there was definitely some fat on his body too.

“Well, I make the cakes for customers, I usually don’t eat them myself” John said, chuckling.

They hit it off right away. They had similar interests, beliefs, and goals for the future. John wanted to stop working at the bakery and make more money. He wanted to settle down and stop thinking about work. John wanted to settle down too.

The date ended way later than either of them expected.

“You know John, I’m the CEO of a new product called Miracle Butter. I’m having a party tomorrow at my place to promote my product. Would you like to come and make some cakes for it? I can pay you double what you make here” Matt proposed.

“Really?” John asked. “That… that sounds amazing! I’d love to!” he said happily.

Matt kissed John on the forehead. He stood about an inch taller than him. “Excellent. I’ll see you at my place tomorrow”

John happily said goodbye and prepared for the party the next day.

—–

When John arrived to Matt’s house, he was in awe by how big it was. It could almost be described as a mansion. “Wow, he makes a big buck…” John thought to himself.

He walked inside and was greeted by Matt at the door. “Hey, glad you can make it” Matt said with a smile.

“I’m glad too” John replied.

“We need 4 cakes” Matt said. “Guests will be arriving in three hours, will you be able to bake the cakes by then?”

“Of course” John said.

“Perfect!” Matt replied. “One more thing… can you use Miracle Butter instead of regular butter?”

John nodded. “Of course!” he said.

“Perfect” Matt replied. He gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll be back soon”

John immediately started getting to work. He prepared the cakes as he normally did- flour, sugar, eggs, and added the Miracle Butter as well. The Butter was a darker yellow color than regular butter, and smelled delicious.

“Wow, this stuff smells good” John said. He continued and prepared the cake as usual, placing them all the large convection oven that Matt had. The oven easily fit the cakes, and could’ve fit 4 more.

When the cakes were ready, Matt returned. “What a lovely aroma” Matt said

“Thanks” John said, blushing. “I hope you like them”

“Well, why don’t you give them a try?” Matt asked. “You deserve to know how they taste, don’t you?”

“Oh, I never eat my cakes though” John replied.

“I insist!” Matt said.

John shrugged. “Well, I would like to try your Miracle Butter. Sure!”

He took a small sliver of one of the cakes and tried it. Immediately, he began to drool and his eyes widened. “This is… delicious…” he said. “Unbelievably delicious”

“Hmmmm, seems it worked” Matt thought to himself. The Miracle Butter he had created was a product that contained a hypnotic property. Whoever ate the butter would feel like all food tasted delicious, and would be compelled to gorge themselves.

“Go head, have some” Matt said. “You look like you want more”

John didn’t ask twice. He immediately cut another slice and grabbed it in his hand, stuffing it into his mouth. “Oh gosh, this is delicious” he said in between chews.

Matt watched as John continued to eat the cake, almost mesmerized by it. John ate another slice, and then another. After three slices, he stopped using the knife and started to grab at more cake with his hands, stuffing it into his mouth like a vacuum cleaner.

Matt smiled as he witnessed John’s belly bloating up from the cake. Pretty soon, John ate half the cake.

“Why eat cake without icing though? It’ll taste even better” Matt said.

“Even better?!” John asked. “Give me!”

Matt gave John the can of icing, which John started to scoop directly into his mouth between bites.

“Yes… definitely a worthy pig” Matt thought to himself as he witnessed John down the entire cake and start on the next one.

Pretty soon, John finished the second cake as well. His mouth and clothes were a mess of cake crumbs and icing, and his belt with about to fly off from how bloated he was.

John began to regain his senses. “Oh…. Whoah…. Wait a moment….” He looked at the two empty cake trays before him. Cakes meant to serve 20 people each. “Did I…. did I just eat two whole cakes?!” he said. He was in awe.

“You did” Matt said. “Seems like you were hungry”

“Oh god…. How many calories is that? I can’t believe this…” he replied. “I feel sick…”

“Hey, it’s ok. Why don’t you sleep over today? I’ll cancel the party and you can rest and feel better in the morning”

John nodded. “Yeah… I can use that” he said.

John walked over to Matt’s room and passed out on his bed into a fullness-induced deep sleep.

Matt went to the kitchen and prepared tomorrow’s meal.

“Oh he’s gonna grow alright” Matt said, smiling. “He’s going to grow real nice”

—–

John woke up the next day still feeling a little sick. “I can’t believe I ate all that” he said to himself. “Matt, I’m so so sorry…”

Matt sat down next to him, a large cup in his hand. “That’s alright” he said. “It happens. Here, have this- it’ll wash down what you ate yesterday. It’s a protein shake. You go to the gym right?”

John nodded. “Thank you so much Matt. I appreciate this”

John drank the concoction, a mixture of Boost VHC, ice cream, heavy cream, and Miracle Butter. What was a “protein shake” was really a high calorie gainer shake that was over two thousand calories.

The moment John drank it, he knew he wanted more. The Miracle Butter was working again. He chugged the drink down, and it slipped down his cheeks onto his neck. Under the effects of Miracle Butter, he was a messy eater indeed.

“Oh baby, that was so delicious” John said, smiling excitedly.

Matt chuckled. “It seems so. It seems you’re excited, in more ways than one”

John looked down. “Huh?” he noticed a large bulge in his pants. “Oh, must be morning wood” he said, chuckling. “Anyways, have any more of that shake?”

Matt nodded. “Of course. Let me just go to the bathroom first” he said.

John nodded, awaiting his return. In that moment, however, he acted on his impulsive hunger and ran to the kitchen. He downed the cakes that were there in just ten minutes. By the time Matt came back, he was almost done with the last cake.

“John! The cakes!” Matt said, frowning.

John blushed. “I… I was hungry…” he said sheepishly. His bloat was huge. His stomach was like a beach ball at that point. His shirt was barely hanging on.

“Hmmmm, John, you can’t keep doing this. You’re going to need to be punished” he said, walking closer to him.

He pulled John’s shirt off and slipped it off his body. John’s boner got bigger. He started sweating. “Oh, Matt… I…”

Matt smirked. “Let’s do it, right here, right now” he said, pushing John down onto the table.

“I… I haven’t bottomed before” John said.

“There’s a first time for everything, isn’t there?” Matt asked, rubbing his crotch against John’s ass.

John rubbed his ass back.

While they started their foreplay, Matt reached for some cake and shoved it into John’s mouth. John ate it ravenously, soon begging for more.

“Yes… more cake please…” he said, all while getting fucked by Matt.

They continued until they both came, sighing with contentedness.

“Oh Mat… that was so fucking hot….” John said. “Uh… did I eat two cakes again?”

Matt nodded. “You seem to have developed quite the appetite” he said.

John blushed. “I… should go lie down again” he said.

Matt directed him to the room again, where John rested after drinking another gainer shake to ‘wash the cake down.’

—–

The process repeated for the next two weeks. John was wake up after gorging himself, apologize, intend to go to work, but then fatten up all over again when he tasted the powerful Miracle Butter that Matt fed him.

Soon, John’s clothes didn’t fit anymore. Matt noticed this and decided to lend him his clothes under the guise of “not wanting him to smell bad in the same clothes.”

Matt had hidden all the mirrors in the house before John stayed. John didn’t suspect it, but he was growing into a pig. With an excess of 5000 calories a day, he had gained around twenty pounds in just two weeks.

—–

“Hey Matt, I’m going to run to work. I feel like I haven’t been there in forever. How many days has it even been?” John said.

Matt shrugged. “I’m not sure. But I’ve enjoyed these days with you so far”

John smiled. “I have too, but I don’t want to lose my job, you know?”

Matt nodded. “I understand” he said. “Will you be coming back tonight?”

“Yes” John replied. “I’ll come back and we can have dinner together”

—–

When John arrived to work, everyone was staring at his newly acquired belly. It didn’t help that the old work shirt he had on him barely fit anymore. It was stretched out over his new pudge, the shirt barely covering his roundness and rising up if he lifted his arms to expose his new belly.

“I must be bloated from the cake…” John said, sighing. “Guess I’ll have to poop it out”

The customers all were shocked. His jawline was covered by some newly acquired fat. His cheeks had gotten rounder. His belly welcomed them, peeking out of his shirt.

“Wow… you’ve been eating those cakes too huh?” one of his customers asked.

—–

“Where have you been, John?!” his manager asked when he arrived. He looked down at his belly. “Oh wow, jeez, have you been pigging out or something?”

John blushed. “I… no, I’m just bloated” he said.

For some reason though, he felt himself getting hard.

“Ok then, just… please for the love of god get a new shirt, your belly is sticking out” his manager said, slapping it before walking away.

John felt the precum staining his pants. Why was he so turned on at that moment? Why did he love it when his manager told him that?

He shrugged it off and decided to work so he could see Matt later. At the end of his shift, he decided to have some cake before leaving, despite his indulgences in the past two weeks.

When he arrived, Matt greeted him. “Hey, you look cute in that shirt” Matt said.

John frowned. “Have I gotten fatter?” he asked.

Matt shrugged. “You might just be bloated. Or… you could be turning into my little piggy” he said, chuckling. “I’m just joking”

John got hard again. “I should really hit the gym” he said. “I’ll go tonight”

“You’re going to need this if you’re going to hit the gym” Matt said, handing him a ‘protein shake’

“Thanks, baby” John said, downing it. With that, the cycle resumed yet again.

John gorged himself on everything he could find in the house, which Matt had fully stocked with fatty foods.

“Maybe I’ll just hit the gym tomorrow…” John said in between bites.

—–

Two months passed. John stopped going to work, instead residing at Matt’s to make him cakes on occasion. Matt didn’t mind this at all. He paid John generously too- in money but also in food.

John woke up and walked to the kitchen. Matt’s clothes were now very tight on him. “Good morning baby” he said.

In the kitchen was a scale. And an object covered by sheets.

“What’s this?” John asked.

Matt took the sheets off the object, revealing a full body mirror. “It’s a mirror, why don’t you look in it?”

John casually walked up to the mirror. “Uh… ok” he said. “Yeah, now that I think about it, I haven’t looked in the mirror in ages”

When he witnessed his reflection, his jaw dropped. “Wh- what?! Is this thing broken?! I…”

John was almost unrecognizable in the mirror. His chiseled jawline and rock-hard cheeks were rounded like a ball. A double chin inhabited the area where only one chin lived before. His chest stuck out in front of him- the amount of fat could fit into a bra at that point. His belly was swollen and large, a big ball in front of him. His legs were thick large trunks. No longer did he have visible muscles and abs.

“How… how did I get like this!? Is this a joke?! I thought I was just bloated, I….”

John was in disbelief.

Matt pointed to the scale.

John stepped on it. “250 pounds” it read. John shook his head. “No way…. No way…!” he said. “This is impossible! How did I get so damn fat!?

“You’re fatter than me, babe” Matt said. “Way fatter” he chuckled. “You really let yourself go. You’ve become my piggy, haven’t you?”

“What?!” John said. “You’ve been trying to make me fatter!?”

Matt shrugged. “Your underwear right now makes it seem like you like it”

John was furious, but simultaneously blushing.

“You know what? Fuck it. I’m leaving” John said.

Matt shrugged. “Go ahead, go back with your parents. They’ll comment on how fat a pig you’ve become in the past few months. They won’t even be able to believe it. I mean, look at those stretch marks, the way your body jiggles, those pepperoni nipples… Babe, you won’t even be able to fit in your old clothes when you get home” Matt said.

He reached toward a cake on the cable and held it up to John’s mouth. “Now, if you’re a good piggy you’ll accept your fate and eat”

John’s boner was raging. He turned his head. “I’m not going to” he said.

Matt held the cake in place. It only took a few seconds for John to turn around and fall to temptation. He reached out and took the cake from Matt’s cake, stuffing it into his face.

“That’s right piggy, eat up. We need to get you fatter…” Matt said smirking. “You’re my pig now, so you’ll do as I say and eat when I want, understand?”

“Yes…” John moaned.

“Show some respect, piggy” Matt said.

“Yes, daddy….” John replied.

“Hmmm, I like it. You’re going to make an excellent pig”

He stripped John down to nudity. “Alright pig, sit. Pigs don’t use utensils now do they?”

John sat on the floor.

Matt immediately brought him a gainer shake with donuts. “Eat, pig”

John did as he was told. He ate the cake with his mouth, making a mess all over his face, chest, and belly. Matt fed him the shake and he gulped it down faster than he ever gulped before, some of the liquid dropping down onto his belly.

“Clean up” Matt commanded.

John immediately scooped pieces of food and drink from his chest and belly and started eating.

“What a fucking pig” Matt said, observing his fatboy. John had completely let go, giving in to his greedy desires.

They decided to fuck after John’s meal, but John was so greedy that he ate cake while Matt fucked him in the ass, grabbing his belly and slapping his fat, which jiggled.

—–

A year later, John had ballooned into a giant pile of pure fat. They had followed the routine daily- Matt fed him and fucked him. John would relax and then they’d start all over again. At this point, he was so big that Matt got creative with how he fucked- he fucked his rolls, his belly button, his fat pad, and all the other crevices that his fat created when it rolled out onto each other.

Matt had installed a weight scale on the bed for John.

That day, he was grabbing John’s rolls while fucking them. John was eating cake with icing out of the pan, getting crumbs all over the bed.

“Typical fucking fatty” Matt said, teasing John and slapping his belly.

John continued eating, barely able to talk with all the food in his mouth.

Matt noticed that the scale, which was calibrated to John’s weight, read 650.

“You know, when I told you you were my piggy the other day, I lied” Matt said.

John looked confused.

“You’re not my piggy, you’re my fucking fatboy hog” he clarified. “Now open your mouth and keep eating, fatso” Matt commanded.

“Yes daddy… I’m just your fat hog… I can’t stop eating…” John moaned as Matt fucked his rolls.

They both came at the same time, Matt in John’s rolls and John in his fat pad, where his dick now resided. Immediately, John continued to eat, scooping some of the cum from under his roll onto his cake.

“Fucking hog” Matt commented. “You can’t stop eating, can you?”

John continued. Just over a year ago he was a chiseled jock with a sick pack, and now he was a mountain of lard.

And he wanted more. He would be 700 in no time. He would be a hog for life.

ok losers it’s your girl polcry here to run you through the basics of what the darn heck to bring with you to university to cover your naked body 

B A S I C S 

If you’re edgy and ~minimalist~ these’ll probably comprise the majority of your wardrobe. Regardless, you’re going to want to bring at least a few each of these.

LEGGINGS: at least one black pair, possibly more if you’ve accepted the inevitability of not giving a shit how you look at for 9ams. You can also get funky and bring patterned ones if you so desire, you maverick.

JEANS: I prefer jeggings for the comfort feel and ability to do spontaneous high kicks, but if you’re a fashionista boyfriend or bootcut jeans are cool too. Trust me, the freshman fifteen is real and if you have to choose between a lil’ too big and a lil’ too small, go big. Belts exist for a reason.

T-SHIRTS: you can get a wide array of fits of tees, so bring a few of your favourite style in simple colours like white/black/grey/striped. I find slightly wearing a slightly oversized tee gives off a certain effortless vibe, especially if you tuck the front in to the waistband of jeans to give it an IDGAF drape and pair with cute AF shoes. Hella cute with no effort. 

SWEATSHIRTS/JUMPERS/SWEATERS: I live in jumpers. I’m not going to lie. Go oversized with leggings or skinny jeans, maybe add a layer underneath if it’s a lil’ chilly. If you live somewhere that feels like the depths of Antartica, you might want to go with a finer knit and layer under and above. The struggle of getting a thick coat over a chunky jumper is real, guys. Turtlenecks, crew necks, V-necks. They’re all good. Avoid collecting too many sweatshirts with your university’s name on it, though - you will look over-enthusiastic. 

SHOES: one word: COMFORT. Campuses are big places. Chances are, you’ll be walking a fair bit. I love trainers - I have a pair of black Nikes, a pair of white Reeboks and a black slip-on pair. Converse, Adidas, New Balance are all popular. They crop up on the feet of almost everyone. Look down, and I guarantee the vast majority of any university class are wearing trainers. 

If you’re like me and enjoy torturing yourself, you can also wear heeled boots. I find them weirdly comfortable, probably due to my excessively hyperextended knees. Pointy ankle boots always look chic, but frankly people will be so surprised that you’ve made an effort that any type will impress. Zara’s always a good choice for cute boots. 

I’d avoid opened-toed or flats that expose a lot of your foot during autumn/winter/spring. It’ll probably rain, and then you’ll be cold and miserable and have soggy feet. Wellies (or rainboots for you strange Yanks) are a good choice if you’ll be in a wet climate (hello England), but they can be a bit cumbersome. Try and get some lower-cut ones to reduce the weight and to stop you from stomping excessively. 

COATS: this is pretty personal. Again, if it’s wet, I’d recommend something at least water-resistant. I have a North Face windbreaker that I keep in my car in case it starts tipping it down, but it’s not particularly warm. Leather/suede jackets look cute but are not a good choice if it looks like it might rain. Other than that, anything goes. I have a cute beige pea coat from ASOS that I love, and a shearling jacket from Bershka which is far too cool for a dork like me.

L O U N G E W E A R 

PJs: buy yourself some new ones. Please. Your flatmates don’t want to see your lady parts through that ever-expanding hole in the crotch. Some university flats feel like the pits of hell, so it might be a good idea to bring a few pair of short PJs too. You can always swap them out for joggers or leggings when you’re not snoozin’. I can always find cute pyjamas in Tesco, Sainsbury’s and Primark. 

SWEATPANTS: as comfy as PJs but with the added bonus of being socially acceptable. Whether you prefer a tapered, slim fit or big ‘n’ baggy, make sure they’re stain-free and don’t smell funky. Bring a couple of pairs and rotate through as necessary. 

BRAS: regardless of whether you have the athletic capabilities of a sloth or Michael Phelps, you will want to bring sports bras. Hides the nips with basically no discomfort. Bralettes are cute too, but I’m an advocate of sports bras if you’re just slugging out in front of Netflix and nobody is going to see it. Forever 21 do a massive selection of surprisingly pretty sports bras with all sorts of fancy backs. Not so good for exercising, but really the majority of people don’t wear sports bras to exercise. 

F A N C Y 

PARTYING: this will depend a little on where you attend university. For me, going out outfits are high-waisted jeans, a fancy-ish crop top and flat shoes of some description. Club floors get hella slippery. More casual dresses are fine too, but make sure you gauge what your friends are going to be wearing so you don’t look too overdressed.

EVENTS: bring a nice dress or trousers/shirt. There will be fancier events (sports balls, end of term balls, society balls). They don’t always require black tie, so a cocktail dress is a good choice. Boys, bring a suit jacket. It doesn’t have to be tails or a tux, but bringing a tailored blazer that’ll match or compliment a pair of trousers you own will come in handy. And absolutely NO JEANS. Along the same lines, bring at least one pair of smart shoes/heels. Ladies, flats are more than acceptable for fancy events. Just make sure they’re cute. 

BUSINESSWEAR: “But Isabelle!” I hear you cry, “I’m in college! I don’t need businesswear!” Yes, my friend, yes you do. Interviews happen. You might need a part-time job, or get a spontaneous interview for an internship. Bring an office-appropriate skirt/trousers and a blouse/shirt, and some simple, smart shoes. You don’t have to go full-on Olivia Pope, but make sure you have one suitable outfit in your repertoire. 

Q U I C K   T I P S 

Accessories make an outfit: bring a choice of belts, scarves and miscellaneous wraps or shawls. By throwing on a buckled belt and a cute layered necklace, you can go from meh to a-meh-zing. 

Sign up for student discounts: British students, that means unidays. Register with your university email for discounts ranging from 10-25%. They’ll notify you when retailers that don’t have a permanent discount (like H&M) run promotions as well. Make sure you use your discount for eating out and going to the cinema, too!

Quality > quantity: the capsule wardrobe trend is real, folks. I’m an advocate of having a smaller, but better-made and better-fitting, wardrobe over one that’s overflowing and filled with cheap, low-quality clothing that’ll last a couple of wears. If you’re wearing pieces day-in day-out, make sure they’re flattering and of good quality. Having a smaller wardrobe makes moving in and out easier, too, and you’ll spend less time staring at all your clothes trying to mentally piece together something cute. 

Expensive =/= good quality: along the same lines, just because something is pricy doesn’t automatically make it of good quality. You can get really good basics at affordable shops. Feel the material (and make sure it’s relatively opaque), make sure the stitching is solid, and that it doesn’t have pulls or piling or holes. I like New Look and ASOS for simple pieces. 

Make an effort: it sounds silly, but lecturers and tutors do appreciate it when you don’t turn up looking like you’ve just rolled out of bed. Looking presentable makes them feel like you want to be there, which can make them a) like you more and b) more inclined to want to help you out if you need it. It isn’t that hard to put a pair of jeans and a blouse on instead of throwing a pair of joggers on under the T-shirt with ramen stains on that you slept in the night before, is it?

That’s pretty much it. University is a place to explore your own personal style, and you’ll see a massive variety in how people dress. Express yourself, learn what you like on, and don’t feel under pressure to dress a certain way! Style is definitely a creative outlet, so if you want to - use it and enjoy yourself!!