Glasses: Claire’s Vest: Nordstrom BP T-Shirt: Victoria’s Secret Pink Leggings: Urban Outfitters Boots: Kohls
Hiiiiii! So I have a secret to tell you. I’m sort of weird. But that’s not really the secret, the secret is that I like weird people. I like people who sing really loud even if they’re bad at it. I like people who wear funky clothes and crazy make-up and people with awkward mannerisms. I hate it when people are always worried that life is going to be too awkward. Life is supposed to be awkward, let awkward happen! I like girls who can leave the house without make-up and will take silly selfies with me in the mirror at the gym. I like the people who wear tutus and dye their hair pink or green (even if it doesn’t always look the prettiest I’ve ever seen). I like people who make believe and who make up their own words and sayings or people who are passionate about the craziest things. I like people who share the thoughts in their head when sometimes they aren’t the most popular thoughts or even the best thoughts. I’ve always been sort of weird (no surprise here right?) I used to wear safety pins in my pants to school, and sometimes I would draw a heart on my cheek with lipstick and I went through a phase that I told people I liked the taste of blood. And that was even before Twilight became popular…that was just creepy, not weird. My friend Laura and I used to put on the wackiest outfits we could find and walk, skip (or limp) to the grocery store and try to buy the weirdest items we could discover. We always had some crazy backstory about who we were and why we were such super freaks of nature. People thought we were weird…obviously, but it was SO fun. My friend Nicole and I once spent a hot summer afternoon down by the lake. We threw blackberries at each other and mud and in the end we looked like crazy jungle women…so of course we decided to walk to the grocery store and pick up food for lunch (for some reason the grocery store is always my go to “get weird” location, probably because I love to eat). People stared, they laughed…and some really strange people even asked to take their photos with us…not that I have room to talk. I like to make weird high shrill mouth noises with my tongue, I like to trick people that I have weird made up disorders or that I’m a celebrity (Jeff usually pretends to be the founder of instagram) and talk to my doggy like she’s a child. I like watching Barbie and My Little Pony movies and if someone would actually play Barbies with me I swear I’d be more entertained than a five year old. I like to give people crazy nicknames and to make people call me Fairy Princess (especially if we haven’t met before). I like Harry Potter references and I like any excuse to wear costumes. The point is, you should be silly. You should be weird. Don’t be creepy, no-one likes creepy. But stay weird. It will make you happy and at the end of the day people spend WAY less time thinking about you and judging your life than you spend thinking about what they think of you. Those are my wise words for the weekend, in the spirit of my inner weird-raver-girl who is about to come out this weekend at Life in Color.
Tell me how you’re weird!!!
(aka the name my mom wanted to give me when I was born but my dad wouldn’t let her…also how I introduced myself on the first day of kindergarten)