This is what I wish my life consisted of on the daily - large diamond tiaras and ice cream cones. A girl can dream.
Let me rewind a bit. I went to Philly with my Visual Team, 3 other women (all above 30 years of age). Me, being twenty four and a total hipster, obsessed with fashion and refusing to dress mainstream, I wore THE cutest outfit. (I know, I know, I promised pictures, but I didn't take ONE picture today. Macy's hates the paparazzi, apparently.) Anyways, we all met up and they looked at my outfit and totally didn't get it. It was only a dress (not even a short one!), slouch boots, and a blazer, TOTALLY CUTE. What's not to get? They were poking fun at my outfit, sliding in comments where they were not necessarily needed. So, I jabbed them with a sly comeback that I knew would hurt. "You guys just don't get how young, cool people dress because you're OLD!" Success. There was a slam on the brakes and three dropped jaws. That sure shut them up. They secretly despise me cause I have my own style and I'm skinny and young - I hear it every single day. They have actually told me that they can't wait until I'm old and fat, so I know how they feel. Ruuuuude. Here's where the realization came in ...
I've grown up always loving fashion, but lived in places where it was difficult to put that on display. (Obviously not LA or NY.) Some people express themselves through art or music. I express myself through fashion. To me, clothing is my story book cover - what you see on the outside, reflects what's on the inside. If I'm feeling super confident, you will definitely know that by my outfit, but if I'm feeling a bit under the weather or not so sassy, you'll probably notice that too. So, that's my outlet, fashion. Plain and simple.
Some people get it and applaud me for it, some just straight up don't get it. Regardless, I'm not going to stop expressing myself, just because some people don't have a creative imagination or an open mind. I mean, come on, it's not like I'm walking around in big pouffy dresses or ostrich feather cropped jackets, although if I could afford one, I would.
Today taught me that no matter who gives you what look, who says what comment, who thinks whatever they are thinking about you - Don't Change Yourself! You are the way you are for a reason, that's who you were made to be. I am completely 110% confident in who I am. At twenty four years old, I've finally figured out who I am, what I love, and what I'm made of - and I'm not about to change that for anyone in the world, except Jesus. That's how everyone needs to live their lives.
People like these are the reason that girls are so self conscious, why people are confused as to who they are or where they fit in. As my mother always said growing up, "If you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all!"
Aside from the rude old people, the flower show was gorgeous! There were pink flamingos made out of hot pink carnations, with bamboo stick legs. Amazing. Also, Center City Macy's is my new goal in my career life. It as AMAZING there. If you're into architecture, seriously take a walk through there. Everything is original from like, forever ago. It's actually breathtaking. My goal in my Macy's career is to work in that store. It will be MINE someday!
Tomorrow is supposed to be bright and sunny and 77 degrees!!! Maybe I'll actually break out an obnoxious dress, just for good measure. You know, ruffle some old, mainstream people's feathers.
Word from the fashionably wise: Never make a rude comment about a girl's outfit when she's wearing six inch platform shoes ... you never know where that heel might end up!
