Denim Vest: Bershka
Silver Tank Top: H and M
Hunter Green Skinny Pants: Forever 21 +
Laced-up Booties: SM Parisian Plus
All I'm lacking is a vandalized wall in the background and I feel like I could be a teenage rebel. Not that I ever was. Which makes me wonder if I missed out on what would be a very dramatic telling of my past and how I pulled myself up and out of my raging hormonal tendencies. I would never have the chance to say, "And then I realized, I was destroying my life and affecting all those around me..."
Come to think of it, I don't have any stories of being an angsty teenager caught in harrowing situations. The closest would be in my senior year in highschool when I was involved in a Home Economics group project where one of my groupmates was accused of cutting classes in order to finish it. She was threatened with a week-long suspension and a non-too flattering entry on her permanent record. I wasn't even in trouble. I was just a witness.
My teenage life was oh-so-exciting. Yeah.
The Belated Bloomer