Day 7: Gap
Flashback to my teenage years, and I was a hefty, pimple-faced goth with dyed black hair and a seriously bitchy attitude. Because I couldn’t wear anything cute, I lashed out at everything cute. As a result, all I wore were — gulp, this is embarrassing — black parachute pants and black t-shirts. Anything cute or girly was rejected.
Boy, is my family glad that period is over. I still wear a lot of black because I genuinely like it, but I’m not “offended” by things that are pretty anymore. Case in point? This adorable, floral moto jacket. The boyish style and zippered details keep it from being too precious, but the pattern is just sweet.