but i am officially 14! every year i realize that growing older is pretty much a scam, i never feel any different; this time i almost forgot it was even my birthday because i was so stressed out by other things. but then each year i convince myself that it will be different the next time: i'll be 15, i'll be a freshman in high school, 16: i get to drive, 17: dancing queen!, 18: college?? the future is so close, so far. everything is uncertain. einstein's theory of relativity is v real to me @ the moment. (on a related note, please tell me your interesting ideas about time in the comments so i can learn from y'all. i no longer have an excuse for being so uncool in comparison to willow smith now that we're literally the same age haha. )
anyway-- when i got dressed, i wanted to at least trick myself into thinking that i was growing, so i went for whatever the responsible, comfortable, mature woman of my future would wear.
heyyo! i'm cool AND i can dance?! the black turtleneck is the same one i wear in every single outfit thank you very much. i made the white culottes for my last fashion show (photos soon, i promise), the grey jacket is super old, idk where it's from, and the holograph shoes are thrifted.
i wore my dad's white shirt, unironed because i'm afraid of my responsibilities tbh; for a difference in shape i added the fringed pencil skirt that i made for my last fashion show, DIY-ed princess pin, and thrifted block heels.
i accidentally did a google image search for that photo when i was attaching it, and i just really like the search results:
ok, i'll go back to dressing like a 4-year old now!