9 years ago, I was a much different person. In high school I predicted that by now, I’d be married, practicing law, & living in the suburbs with a conservative china pattern & a white picket fence. Why? Because that’s how I thought life was supposed to be. Psh, bish please. Cut to now, & life couldn’t be more different than what I had “planned”. Sure, reviewing those criminal law cases over leftover lasagna on that splendid china pattern would be super but I’m also quite pleased with how things have turned out thus far.
9 years ago, I sat in french class, dressed head to toe in an awful plaid uniform complete with school crest, staring at the clock just waiting for school to be out & for practice to begin. I lived for my varsity sports back then, swimming & softball. Actually, I lived for early away games so I’d get out of 7th & 8th periods. Math, who needs it?
9 years ago, I lettered in two varsity sports, was a member of a decently packed lunch table during 6th period, & I’d never been into the principal’s office. Little wins, you guys. I always wanted that story book high school romance with the class bad boy, or to be one of the popular girls, or be invited to the parties the cool kids had every weekend. But, I was a jock;
Naively dedicated to my sports, AIM, & tricking my mom into letting me stay up late enough to watch Lost. Instead of partying, I was swimming – which ultimately lead me to my alma mater & better times & friends than I could ever imagine. I should also take this opportunity to add that the most popular girl in school is married with 3 kids, & those parties I was never invited to are still thrown by the class ‘bad boy’ who resides in his parents’ basement. Again, little wins.
Sometimes I think about how high school would be different if I were living through it now. I recently did an interview where I was asked about where I garnered my personal style from. I’d never put much thought into it. But for some reason, this time something clicked & all of the sudden I knew exactly why I dress the way I dress. It comes from 13 years of being stifled, being stuck in the same uniform as everyone else. I never had a choice before, & now that I have that choice, sometimes 6 pieces of inspiration come together into one thought & I end up regretting that concoction later in the week. But that day I mixed it up? Man, I wore the shit out of that outfit.
If I were in high school now, I’d be the same; I’d just be louder. & I’d stand up for myself. & I’d stand up for other people. Because life’s too damn short. Wear that hot pink faux fur stole. Wear those windowpane tapered trousers. Wear that cobalt blue backless jumpsuit. Do you.
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