Two dresses. Both equal in beauty, both versatile, both affordable. But one was ruffled in a soft pastel and other a deep black, just a simple jersey blend. Each said something different about the girl holding them. One asked for soft waves and a boyfriend, the other for vampy lips and a biker bag. As the girl holding both dresses, I was confused. Why should I be so stuck? They're just dresses. But they called to different wants, different wishes. And I always felt that girls with true style played in one zone: girly or rock'n'roll, that's what made their fashion sense and so relatable. You went to them for one specific style to inspire you in a certain way. But all of us constantly fight with ourselves. Whether it's finding the balance between a school and social life, independence from parents, or just the perfect dress that encompasses tough and pretty, it's like an internal monologue that never ends.
Now I'm not talking about going crazy and having split personalities, just finding the happy medium.
What about you? Did you find your style or just be able to keep the scale even with school and life?
Now I'm not talking about going crazy and having split personalities, just finding the happy medium.
What about you? Did you find your style or just be able to keep the scale even with school and life?
Images via: Lookbook.nu
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