I finally did it friends. I finally mustered up the courage to wear a flower headband in public.
It seems like a petty thing, wearing just a few faux blossoms in one's hair, but for some reason, I couldn't bring myself to wear them out, not just for photoshoots.
Oh, it matches? I thought sometimes as the pink beadband caught my eye.
I would try it on with the outfit of the day, but no matter how good it looked, I sighed with resignation and left it on my desk.
They'll think I'm strange, I decided.
Top, LC Lauren Conrad ($4)// Skirt, thrifted Hollister ($10)// Belt, Forever 21 ($5)// Shoes, Steve Madden ($4)// Bracelet, Forever 21 ($4)// Flower headband, DIY
It's human nature to care about what other people think of you. Sometimes what others think is crucial. How about that interview, that audition, that application?
But you know what? I think people in general are much less judgmental than we think. We admire people who could care less about how people see them. We admire how they just own that they're their quirky, strange selves.
Letting go is a beautiful thing. It's funny, but I've noticed there are different degrees of not caring with people think of you. My best friend always tells me that she admires how I'm not self-conscious. But I in turn tell two of my guy friends frequently how I admire that they just don't give a poop about what other people think.
Yes. I said poop. It's my subsitute for other unsavory words. Instead of expletives, I am frequently heard saying an emphatic "aw, POOP!" when I forget something or something goes wrong, a sassy "poop you" under my breath to people who get on my nerves, or a noncommital "poop that" when I don't feel like doing something.
It's an extremely useful word.
And I suppose another one of my many quirks.
Well I dare you.
I triple-dog three musketeer banana split sundae with a cherry on top dare you.
In honor of the upcoming release of my favorite singer's album...
I want to see you be BRAVE.