Can we pretend that I just finished my audition to be Spice Girls’ new backup dancer? Or we can talk about how I’m wearing a Free People jacket with Helmut Lang pants…or we can discuss how I’ve been thinking a lot about “plans”—oh, how they muddle into “solutions” that need to be figured out ASAP. There’s of course a time and place to make plans, but what about paying some homage to things that were never planned?
If you told 7-year-old me that I would be making a living as a writer, had lived in NYC for three years, put together an outfit that combined Free People and Helmut Lang—I would definitely not believe you. Actually, I would scold you because my only plans until I was 15 were to master a cartwheel and one day be a zoologist. But guess what happened when I turned 15? I grew an affinity towards clothes, which was SO unexpected. I’ve been really trying to infuse this non-linear tactic of relishing on the good/bad/weird/funny/heart-breaking milestones up until this point (today)…a last-minute outfit that turned out to be beautifully bizarre. It’s not always a fun-filled time to revisit the past, but I’m putting an outsider’s glasses on as I read through my own story. There are hilarious moments, sad ones, twists, and many tears. We all have a story to tell, so start telling it to yourself.
Today’s chapter: I put together a crazy outfit in 5 minutes that I’m pretty sure would blend me right in on the set of Orange Is the New Black.
P.S. If you wanna be ANYONE’S lover, you gotta get with loving YOURSELF.
