On a semi recent thrifting trip I was blessed with this amazing dress that is, in it’s very fibers, a representation of me through the years.
Yes, through the years. I think I would have worn something like this in my alternative days when my hair was purple and my lips painted black. I think I would have worn it with bright chucks and the thrash of pop punk blasting out the window and the interstate wind rattles the car.
Do you ever look back at yourself and wonder if, at heart, you really have changed so very little over the past 10 years? Obviously there have been heartaches and joys that have made you grow, but there is a tiny part of your soul that hasn’t changed a bit. Your love for something edgy, full of life. The unending affair with quirky clothes that cause people to stare. The love of then watching the lips curl either up or down. Just the quirky things. The beautiful little things.
Truth be told, I have changed. An awful lot. But I am also still the same girl making teenage vows in parking lots and wearing worn out boots long past their prime. I still sing the blues with the fury of electricity in the background. I’m still just a little off the key of reason, and I love myself more for it.
How have you changed over the years? How have you remained the same?