Just kidding. Kindof.
In all seriousness: you, my dear internet friend, are probably wondering how on earth I could be so narcissistic as to start a *gasp* fashion blog.
What it all comes down to is this: I just really love fashion. Sure, right now that sounds like something a little girl would say when asked what she wants to be when she grows up. "I wanna be a fashion designer". The next day, upon being asked the same question, she'd probably say she wants to be a mermaid (though I can't deny that sometimes that sounds pretty awesome).
That's not to say that I want to be a fashion designer, specifically. I just really love fashion. I like to dress up when everyone else is wearing Vineyard Vines t-shirts and Nike tempo shorts (though I do own both). I love to hear the *click* *clack* *click* *clack* of my Steve Madden (so classy, I know) boots as I walk down the school hallways. I like to really not care what everyone thinks of my clothing choices. I like to not be boring.
I want to make fashion and writing into a career. What career in particular, I don't know yet. That, my friend, is why I am here. This is my jumping-off point. Maybe I'll be the next Man Repeller. (I sure do repel just about every 'man' in my high school). Maybe I'll be the next Anna Wintour (yes, that sound was me being struck by a lightning bolt). Or maybe I'll just be that slightly-off person working in an office somewhere, getting in trouble for wearing overalls to work. But who knows where I'll end up? That is why I am here, I guess: to find out.