While growing up I wasn't a real girly-girl. I guess it hit me when I was 13-15 years old since I used to hang out with my friends from church and to me, they were so very stylish! So that's when it all started. My complex, my infatuation with clothes and my need to feel good. A few years later, my mom passed. I was 18 and I was a senior in high school. Looking good wasn't my top priority, but my dad gave us money more often, he let us shop a lot more. I guess it was his way of making us feel better, in a sense. Then when I started working regularly I shopped all the time. I mean, what's a 21 year old supposed to do? I shopped for me, my sister and sometimes my dad. I ate out all the time and was obsessed with brand names.
Now, at the age of 24, I am more content with my "personal style". I know I like comfort but a little flair is always welcome to break up my routine. I wear a whole lot of basic skirts and sun dresses are my preference. I know I want to be a photographer and I know I want to be successful in happiness. Brand names are great and all, but I don't turn down a deal. Thrifting is a great way to expand my love for old things and my frame collection.
I guess all and all, my closet has grown with me. You can tell I know what I like if you glance at my closet. Blues, grays, blacks, beiges, pinks... those colors will greet you if you look in there. I have a few pops of colors, but my basic colors are my thing.
Growing up is such a weird thing for me; the smallest things make me feel grown. Getting a Costco club card, buying my first airline tickets, leaving the state without my dad. It's been an adventure these past couple of years, but I'm just glad I've had the sense to embrace time and learned to love myself and know myself.