SomeoneLikeYou Monday, November 19, 2012
I was a freshman in high school when I bought my first beret. It was black Friday and my mom and I went out shopping early to Target and she told me to pick out a new winter hat. I looked around and spotted a little, black, wool beret on the cluttered shelf and knew it would be perfect to keep my head warm during the cold winter months when I did swim team. I wore that black beret every day from the start and everyone on the swim team referred to me as 'beret girl.' When I dyed entire hair hot pink that winter for a big meet, the complete inside of my black beret turned pink. I still have that black beret today; and it's still pink on the inside.
Since four years ago I've come full circle in my life and my berets have come with me. I've greatly expanded my collection of one to a collection of nine...tan, mustard ,pink ,red ,teal ,blue ,navy ,purple ,and black. It sounds so silly but my berets are a representation of who I am. Even though my style has grown and changed tremendously over the past four years (to the point where I can't even recognize some of my past outfits) my berets have also been in my style. Always. I've never grown tired of them, never gone a week without wearing one at least once; through fall,winter,spring, and even the blazing days of summer. They are a part of me. A part of who I am.
It always makes me giddy when people refer to me on campus as the girl who wears berets. Who always wears hats....I think all of us need that one little kick in our style that we can call our own; that defines us. Without even trying, berets have become that to me. My head feels naked without one one and I don't ever feel like an outfit is ever complete without one perched on my head.
Find that thing you love and wear it with confidence, wear it with love. No matter what it is. It's a part of you, a part of who you are and you should never, ever give it up for anyone. ♥
With much love, Lauren.