This is my sophomore yearbook photo. It might be my least favorite photograph of myself. A bit of background: I was homeschooled and entered high school my sophomore year. I had a few friends from church and so wasn't totally alone when I went to public school, but I was painfully nervous about fitting in. The last thing I wanted to do was stand out. As if you could look at someone and know by sight that they were homeschooled? And as if that was such a bad thing? IDK. I was 15. I didn't know anything about anything.
My high school style certainly reflected my inner teenage turmoil. I wore a lot of solid colors, jeans, and that was about it. I never did anything with my hair and didn't start wearing makeup until I was probably 17, maybe older. All I wanted to do was blend.
I could easily sew a whole wardrobe of solid colors, but I don't think anyone is doing that. We're all magpies, attracted to pretty fabrics and things that honestly aren't "us". But I don't think my problem is resigning myself to sewing boring garments, I think my problem is learning to embrace risks. I'm not in high school; if some random person at the grocery store doesn't like my outfit, are they going to tell me to my face? Tease me? Doubtful.
One of the reasons I love Heidi Klum is precisely because she wears crazy stuff. I read an interview with her where she said she wears what she likes and that's that. She KNOWS people will criticize her but she barrels ahead anyway. (Okay, if I looked like her I'd wear whatever I wanted, too!) It's all about confidence.
I want to challenge myself to take more risks with my wardrobe. No, not with bustiers and hot pants, but with color, and prints. With silhouettes and fabrics. I might surprise myself with what looks good. And if you look good, and know it, who can stop you?
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