Day 17/30: God Bless the Weirdos
"Style is knowing who you are, what you want to say and not giving a damn.", or so says Gore Vidal.
I've had a somewhat bizarre sense of personal style from the very beginning. When my Mom let me pick my own clothes as a kid I opted for a tie, suspenders, and 3D glasses. My taste for the strange left me sorely unpopular for the first 15 years or so of my life, but eventually I found my niche by embracing my own personal weirdness.
With Gonzo as my spirit guide I flourished, and never looked back. My hair has been chopped, dyed, and reborn countless times, and my favorite color has shifted from black to green to orange and beyond, morphing from year to year between hippie, punk rocker, yuppie and everything in between.
I suppose the truth is that I don't spend much time considering where I fit. Instead, I do what I like, wear what I like, and even tattoo what I like. Overthinking has never been my thing. I felt like a peach one day, and so this is what happened:
Early this year I had the impulse to chop off one side of my hair. It was a fun cut, and I enjoyed my asymetricness quite a bit, but as happens with every one of my haircuts, I eventually got bored with it. Last week I cropped the whole thing, so now I look like a chubby Audry Hepburn.
I'm grateful for my sense of style, or perhaps my lack of it. I feel like I'm free to do what feels good, and if someone else doesn't like, well hell, there's just no pleasing some people.
Heres to playing dress-up all the days of your life.
P.S. This post is part of my 30 Days With a Grateful Heart series. You can see my other posts in this series on Mary Makes Dinner, Mary Makes Babies, and here on Mary Makes Pretty. Check out Bless Her Heart to find other bloggers participating in this series.