I remember a time when I truly dressed for me. Not for a job or for the attention of a boy or for my mother or the clique-y PTO moms. My style was my own. It took me a while to get there – I’d say around my senior year of high school. But when […]
I remember a time when I truly dressed for me. Not for a job or for the attention of a boy or for my mother or the clique-y PTO moms. My style was my own. It took me a while to get there – I’d say around my senior year of high school. But when […]