Someone told me today: “You’ve changed so much, over so little time. You’re always changing.” I guess it shocked me because it’s sort of true. There’s nothing that can make a person feel so secure as having a strong sense of identity, I think. A lot of the time it feels like I’m surrounded by people who know exactly who they are – people who are predictable, who know what they want, who dress and act a certain way, always, with no exceptions.
Like my friend Bella: signature glare, military style. Or her boyfriend, George: expensive floral shirts, makeup, preppy brogues. But I’ve always been the sort of person to try on a different persona every other week. I’ve been a nerd, a total emo, the popular one, ditzy, sarcastic, the girl-next-door type. I have this tendency to try and fit myself into a little box because it makes me feel better, but recently I’ve realised I don’t really give a shit anymore.
I’ll always like to listen to Pearl Jam, but I’ll always like to listen to Taylor Swift too. I can be bitchy, superior and reserved, but I can also spend my evenings knitting hats for my stuffed unicorns. But maybe that can be my thing. I don’t know. I’m kind of over caring about everyone’s expectations, anyway.
What about you? Do you have a certain ‘style’? Did you have any embarrassing phases when you were growing up?