Pssst. Let me tell you a little secret. You ready?
I haven’t always been into (gulp) fashion.
Growing up, I didn’t stand in front of a mirror, admiring myself in my mother’s heels, wishing one day I could fill her shoes. I was never caught at my mother’s vanity, adorably daubing myself in her rouge and red lipstick.
In fact, the only thing I was ever daubed in was mud and occasionally, a little blood. That’s right, friends. As a little girl, I was the boy-est of tomboys. My poor mother wanted nothing more than to dress me in frilly dresses and don her handmade headbands in my long wavy locks. Her dreams were shattered when she realized that her precious daughter hadn’t developed the gene that cared about any of those things.
No pink. No priss. No way.
Instead, my wardrobe was composed of various track pant ensembles (you remember the kind), backwards ball caps, and faded, oversized t-shirts I’d steal from my brother’s drawers.
And bows? In my hair? Or any other part of my body for that matter?
I would have rather chopped off my hair to avoid enduring such absurdities.
And that’s just what I did.
Though I’ve grown out my locks and transitioned away from windbreakers, the essence of my childhood look bleeds into my wardrobe today.
I’d like to think I was ahead of the curve in terms of achieving the “boyfriend” look we’re all aiming for today. Baggy jeans, oversized sweaters, Chuck Taylors — they’ve been all the rage! For me, the reason I was more comfortable in my brother’s hand-me-downs was they were more comfortable.
Luckily, my style has evolved. Nevertheless, I still love the polish, simplicity, and comfort that comes with men’s fashion.
Loafers, crisp collars, and blazers make up the more masculine-chic look I love to sport.