i bet kate never felt this way.
i went through quite a few style “phases” growing up (a term i use loosely because i’m still very much a kid). very tomboy during elementary school. vintage kitsch for my first few years of teenagerism. bohemian prep by the time i could drive. and now, as i’m about to graduate, i would describe my personal style as “minimalist with luxury influences”??? my oh my, how far we have come. i’m finally getting to a point where i know what i like and what i don’t. i’m not saying that i stay strictly within the genre i am wearing at the moment; there are days i throw on flowy crochets and huarache sandals and braid my hair. sometimes i wear combat boots and ripped skinnies and a flannel tied around my waist.
you don’t have to define your style if you don’t want to. wear whatever the heck you want. wear what makes you feel good. there are things in my closet that cosmo would tell me does not flatter my bodytype, but screw them because i think they’re adorable. i have missed out on some items that i crushed really hard on just because they “weren’t my style”. but i see now that personal style isn’t just what you wear, it’s what you love.
so don’t let anyone make you feel bad about what you love. this goes for every facet of your life. go to brunch and take crap from your friends because it’s “so cliché” (anyone who has animosity towards eating rosewater waffles past 11 a.m. is someone you don’t need in your life). listen to boybands and dance in the light of your refrigerator to them in the wee hours of the morning. wrap your body in things that make you smile.
you won’t regret it.
documenting the fun years.