|Age 12. This is me yelling at you because you're wrong.|
Okay, here's a secret (shhh internet, don't tell anyone!): when I was in middle school I really wanted to be a famous fashion blogger. I was so jealous of Tavi because we were the same age and I couldn't perceive how her blog was superior to my own, so instead of being welcoming and engaging, I tried to make my whole gammut more "exclusive". That technique did not work. At all. And if my blog has some cult following in Serbia, I have yet to be informed of it.
Maybe as a result of wanting to be "exclusive," my entire aura during middle school (and 9th and maybe even 10th grade) screamed "pretentious child". In my old Blogger profile, I listed The Da Vinci Code as one of my favorite books followed by the parenthetical note, "(yes...I know! I can't believe I fell for this pop fiction)". Excuse me while I hide in the corner. I was 100% snob. Now I'm a cool 67%. Better than nothing, right?
|Age 13. This is me silently judging you because you're only wearing one watch.|
So to the world that had the misfortune of encountering me as a middle schooler, I'm sorry. But to the people who had to endure my immature, elitist judgement? I prostrate myself before you and beg for forgiveness.
|Age 17. Pretending that I care.|
AND TO ALL Y'ALL WHO MEET ME NOW... OOPS?! GUESS YOU WERE WARNED.