I’m about as edgy as … a bouncy ball.
Despite following 1.2 gatrillion badass ladies wrapped with trendy tattoos on Instagram, and even frequenting Urban Outfitters more than my bank account would care to admit, I recently arrived at what everyone else would assume to be a quite obvious truth: I am un-edgy.
And upon further investigation of aforementioned epiphany, I realized it has nothing to do with my style or my ever-present affinity for Burgundies and Pinks. It had to do with my obsession with what other people thought of me. The girls that I follow (read: stalk incessantly) on Instagram weren’t adorned in black or anything that we tend to associate with alternative fashion, instead, they’re “edgy” because they have so authentically owned who they are and it’s exuded in an attitude and manifested itself in style. Follow this idea with the below two scenarios:
Scenario 1: Girl buys shoes because she thinks said shoes will look cute in an Instagram. She takes cute shoe-selfie with v cute floor tiles. Posts sh-elfie. No one likes her sh-elfie. She dies. R.I.P.
Scenario 2: Girl buys shoes because she likes shoes. Someone tells girl they think her shoes are weird and only a troll would wear them. Girl looks at shoes, still likes shoes, and moves the hell along with her day.
With these two scenarios in mind, I mosey-ed on into Akira the other day and saw this badass graphic tee that I made eyes at across the store in that way that other people talk about meeting their one true love. I practically fondled the shirt in adoration and wogged (that’s a walking jog for those who aren’t familiar with my go-to lazy girl move) to the check-out counter to make this bad boy mine. But as I was about to hand over my credit card, I was gripped with this overwhelming doubt that it was completely not my style and people were going to judge the crap out of me for wearing it. But I channeled my inner-No-Shits-Given, Scenario-Number-2 attitude that we all must channel at times and charged a large amount of money that we don’t need to disclose in this blog post.
The moral of this long-winded rant that I’m masquerading as a blog post, is wear what makes you feel good, ooze confidence from your pores the way those girls drip sweat in hot yoga. Dare to be so authentically you that you inspire someone to buy the damn shirt that they love even when they’re afraid it’s not their style.
And after that, shop these super cute graphic tees because well, they’re super cute. Happy Hump Day:)