This morning I’m laughing at my high school self, who took herself so seriously. I mean, I wouldn’t even think of going out of the house without makeup. The thought of wearing a brown belt with black shoes existed only in my nightmares. That’s not to say I was ever very flashy; I looked very plain and had hair that could have benefited so much from a straightener. But, I had these rules that I followed so closely. I was controlled so much by what other people thought of me, because I didn’t realize that no one cared whether the stripes on my shell-toe adidas clashed with the color of my shirt!
It felt liberating to go to the grocery store this morning wearing my glasses, my hair doing something of its own, the letters on my shirt not matching the color of my shorts! I still care more than I should about what people think of me. And, when I looked back in a couple years, I’m sure I’ll cringe at how seriously I take myself now. But, for the moment it feels pretty damn good to look like a disaster and not care at all.
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Haha, in high school my friend Richelle bought a pair of Chuck Taylor All-Stars for the first time, and thought everything she wore had to be black and white to match. We laughed at her for it, and told her to chill out, lol
This is why teenagers are so embarrassed by their parents: Their parents have learned to be FREE of teenaged fashion “rules” and will willingly go out in public with SHIRTS that do not match their SHOES and then the teenagers just want to DIE because everyone is STARING.