|I found these fashion drawings at a thrift store. Pretty cool, huh?|
But did I? No. If anything, my outfits grew more extreme out of a sense of stubborn pride. Until one day, I overheard one of the wealthiest and prettiest girls remark, "You know, it doesn't matter what Lily wears. She always looks wrong."
That comment, casually made but deeply cutting nonetheless, changed my outlook on fashion forever. Instead of dressing to be seen, I dressed to hide. Black became my staple; in fact, looking back on it now, I was grunge before it was chic.
So, now you know about my love/hate relationship with fashion. What about you? Do you have any fashion ideals you're not willing to let go of, like my obsession with black? What blogs or magazines do you enjoy?