When I was younger, one of the biggest reasons I refused to go to Catholic school was because I’d be forced to do the unthinkable: wear a uniform. There was nothing worse to me than blending in with everyone else; the autonomy seemed like a big sacrifice of freedom. After all, what you wear is one of the few things you can control as a young person. Looking back on it… a uniform wouldn’t have been the worst thing. Oh, the fashion mistakes we make in junior high :). I love laughing at them. In one particularly memorable photo from tenth grade, I wore a tie around my neck, had quite literally ironed my hair (with an iron!) and lined my eyes all around — a look inspired by Avril Lavigne. Charming! — Lindsay
Thankfully, we evolve. Nowadays, my life has become so much about routine. Getting ready in the morning, working, grabbing lunch, working out, making dinner and doing it all over again the next day. Every day is different once I get to work, but I now have a reasonable idea of what I like and what I don’t like. I enjoy feeling mostly polished and smelling good, but my junior high self insists any garment also be reflective of my personal style — slightly undone.