for the love of it...

 

"What if you stopped trying hard to be fine and just... lived?"

Sitting down in front of my laptop, poised and ready to type. I'm suddenly anxious and I can't really breathe. What is it that makes me feel this way? Fear of failure, the overwhelming feeling that I might not be good enough, or maybe it's just the thought that people I know will read what I've written (God forbid!)

Sometimes we just need to dive in and go towards the love. The love we have for writing, for creativity, for art. We need to battle those insecurities and just do this because simply, we love it. I live and breathe style, outfit building and the history of fashion. And if nothing else, I'll use this space as an online diary, just for me, where I can talk utter shit about clothes.

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