The New Awkward


Life is hard at thirteen. It’s a battle of epic proportions, where the sight of a burgeoning pimple is understood as a call to arms and tactical school yard ambushes are planned out weeks and weeks in advance.My own experience yawed between extreme insecurity and a drive to push myself into a confident place. I felt like I would never be cool enough (cool being the only currency in the school yard) and my way to work through that was to take control of what I could. Fashion was that outlet for me and even if  the choices I was making were misguided, it made me feel good about myself.

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