What I Would Tell My 18 Year Old Self
What I would tell my eighteen year old self (I probably should have chosen a photo where I look like I actually own a neck but, alas, this is all I could find):
That boy is too short for you.
That prom dress was not worth it.
Apply to Harvard. Just to say you tried.
Don’t read The Bell Jar. Re-read The Grapes of Wrath.
Wear your jeggings. They will be cool in six years.
It is okay to eat.
It is okay to have an opinion.
If I told my 18 year-old self that I would be fashion blogging one day interviewing people in the industry and going to Fashion Week, she would not have believed me.
Me now. Not too much older but still a little wiser. And with better clothes.