I’ve pressed the reboot button on my own personal style. My closet is wrapped in yellow tape with big black letters warning you: UNDER CONSTRUCTION. This is normal for me. Every few years my fashion sense undergoes a complete personality shift. I just get bored. Time to change it up, and explore a new part of myself. Middle school was my wacky rebellion. Nothing matches, my Converse shoes ride all the way up to my knees, and I dare you to say anything about it kind of phase. High school was my Spencer Hastings type, preppy hipster phase. Riding boots, knit sweaters, and Cardigans galore. (I was still a terrible student) Into college I was your typical Tumblr girl. Flannel’s and graphic tee’s. Then I was a college drop out, and I abandoned the cookie cutter looks as I became a more raw version of myself. Bad-ass gamer chic. Now as I grow I’m becoming closer to my feminine side, and there is where I feel the true aesthetics of my inner soul come out to play.

If I can’t see myself wearing it on a boat in the white sunshine during the middle of July, or gracefully strolling through the cobblestone streets of Italy, then I move on. My thoughts come to me through rose tinted filters, and I let myself get lost in them. Maraschino cherry red against a lovely sandy tan. Daisy flower fields on the side of a road. Going camping along a lake and wearing a swimsuit all day in the 90 degree weather. The outfit you wear to the carnival on a warm night, and the dress you put on to go to the river the next day. Summer is inching it’s way back to my heart. Oh, how I love and long for this season. I can hear my high wasted shorts whisper to me from the back of my closet. As summer is my favorite season because of the sweet sun beating down on me and the outdoor activities. It’s also of course, because it’s where I feel like I can express my personal style to the fullest. The less layers I have to wear, the better. Tank tops are my addiction. I remember one time in the 6th grade I wore tank tops, no jackets, all throughout the winter. (Middle school. My wack fashion rebellion.) “Aren’t you cold???” Everyone would constantly ask me, especially my grandparents. “If I wear tank tops, then I feel like the universe will get the hint, and summer will come back faster.” I’d reply, and I’m not exaggerating.

I’ve been drawn to this delicate kind of pastel glam. A huge fashion inspiration of my mine recently has been Selena Gomez. When I think of her I see gold baby hoops, and clear lip gloss. I want to live inside the fantasy of her Fetish music video from 2017. The soft, pale summer tones, and psychotic love themes drive me absolutely wild. Her yellow ankle length dress she wears with the stark white sneakers is a classic look with a twist of street edge. I’m obsessed. It takes all of my previous phases and meshes them into one. Maybe my fashion sense is like a collective mind creature. Every time it dies, the thing that killed it morphs into a part of it, and it comes back stronger.

I saw this lady from the bank at the store today. I said hello, and she looked at me startled. “Oh, Hannah. I never recognize you, because you’re look is always changing.” Always keep em’ guessing, honey. As I’m going through this recent closet transformation I’m remembering how amazing metamorphosis feels. Shedding your old skin, and becoming a better version of yourself. Unleashing the inner working of your core without shame. Be present in the person you’re meant to be, and evolve into the one you’re meant to become. It’s a beautiful thing.