Throughout my life, I’ve had a lot of style changes. I mean, a lot.
It all started with middle school: the time in my life when I wanted to dress exactly like Lizzie McGuire. If you grew up watching that show, you know exactly what I mean. I had flower printed capris with a colorful top to match. Not to mention a few butterfly clips and chunky flip flops. Ah, memories.
Then I grew up, a little. I wanted to be “preppy” like a lot of my friends at school. I had jean skirts from American Eagle and a couple collared shirts. I felt like I really fit in.
By early high school, I thought I wanted to be a flower child. Polos turned into flared jeans with flowers, flowing tops, and fun dangling earrings. I was convinced this was the new me.
By senior year…I’m just gonna say it…I had no idea what I was doing. I wasn’t really into shopping (not that we had many options in my hometown) and I just sort of threw things together. I had a few items I loved, and wore them continuously.
And then, college. As everyone does in college, I was figuring things out. My closest friends at school taught me to wear what I wanted, whatever that may be. There were some odd clothes combinations and some days that turned into leggings and an oversized flannel shirt, but I felt good. I also started looking into fashion. I explored blogs. I watched youtube videos. I started to figure out what I liked and what I didn’t.
Why this long explanation? Well, now I’ve graduated. I’m in the adult world. And while I’m still not 100% there, I’ve figured it out. So, the thing about style is…
I don’t have one.
For the longest time I was trying to conform. Trying to be one thing. I was preppy, or hippie, or a casual hot mess. But I can be all those things, or none of them. I can wear what I like.
I’m almost there. I almost have the wardrobe I’m obsessed with. I’m getting rid of all those clothes I might wear and only buying things I want to wear everyday. It feels great.
I just wish I had discovered this sooner.