My Style, My Story

Fashion blogs are intimidating. They are all filled with tips and tricks that are easier said than done. They are mind boggling and they have the potential to bring about some depression when I realize that I don't have any of the clothes that these blog models are rocking. While reading some of the blogs I often find myself wondering if I am wasting my time. I long to be the girl that just...gets it. Not just with trends and styles but with attitude and fearlessness. I want to have style but I want to boldly have style. I want my fashion to be my own personal expression of myself, not an impression for someone else. I think that's where the art of fashion goes wrong. When we focus too much (as I do now) on living up to the style standards of everyone around us. It's called personal style for a reason. It is the style of ourselves. I used to run over this phrase without even a second thought, but now, I am beginning to get it. My style is my own personal story. It should be a moment that I use to  paint a picture of myself. My hands are shaking but I think I'll pick up that brush now.  

I love berets. I didn't realize how comfy it would be with my old and worn college sweatshirt.  It kind of creates a comfy, ready-for-bed-but-still-chic kind of look. I even managed to get my school colors down. Let's go Spartans! #beretsatmidnight