Top: Milau. Skirt: Vintage. Tights: Gift. Scarf (in first photo) Vintage. Hat: Vintage. Shoes: Doc Martens. Sunglasses: Target.
So, as you can tell I haven't really posted a lot lately. A lot of that time I've been doing some self exploration. I've had to take this hiatus to simply learn about who I am and what I'm here for.
During that period I began to take what I've learned from blogging and applied it to my daily life. I left my usual "sarcastic bitch" personality and temporarily traded it for one that was overly self aware and a little less cynical (I know...GASP!)
However when I tried this new "mask" on, I think I was more freaked out by my surroundings. I instead found myself significantly unhappier. As a social expirement, I tried the whole "pretty thing" I was tired of listening to people telling me how much happier I would be in a pair of jeans and heels.
The results weren't necessarily as "euphoric" as I thought. Instead I realized I was right all along. As a teenage girl I feel like I'm always seeking some form of respect from my piers. There is something weird about being "liked" by other kids. I feel like this all revolves around material possesions, like clothing. People assume stuff about you by the way you dress. Like, because I dress kind of offbeat I'm considered someone who draws too much attention to herself on purpose or having to deal with other negative insights.
I'm not saying this is just happening to me, because it really isn't. I feel like teenage moodiness is kind of contagious.
Like in the Smith Westerns song "still new" I'm still new to this whole teenager thing. Sometimes I just wish it was over but at the same time I know I'll "Live Through This."