My mother was no fashionista, in fact, I think she rather hated fashion. Though when thinking of whom influenced my style she is the only person who comes to mind. This is the story (it’s a short story) of how I found my style.
My mother told me everyday I was beautiful, smart and unstoppable. She told me there was no one on earth who was better than me (mind you she also told my sister the same thing). Thus, I grew up a pretty confident woman. She told me the importance of being a leader and never following the crowd, thus I became a leader and sometimes an outcast. When I was outcast-ed she told me I was a visionary, the crowd wasn’t ready for me, and because of that I’ve always been comfortable being alone. My mother taught me to fight against being defined by others, whether by my race, my sex, or my economic status. She told me that I would set the tone for the way the world would viewed me. That was the beginning of me defining my style. For those very reasons, I’ve always been open minded about style. It is also the reason I continue to change and evolve my style.
The End
