Every morning I wake up, take a shower, eat breakfast, brush my teeth, and stand in front of my closet for about twenty minutes. My eyes move slowly from left to right, taking in every piece of fabric and considering my options for the day.
That top with those jeans with those red shoes paired with that belt?
That vest with this blue dress with those boots matched with a cute headband?
Those shorts with these black leggings paired with the pink cardigan with that gold necklace from my jewelry box on the nightstand?
In this way, I am an artist. I sketch, paint, and varnish a specific image in my head. I know that I'm just another person walking in late to class or standing around contemplating whether to buy Special K or Cinnamon Toast Crunch in the cereal aisle at the grocery store, but to me, I am an elaborate and beautiful product of my own mind.
My choice of fabric, jewelry, shoes, and accessories are a representation of my mood and outlook for the day. Each day is a whole new perspective on life being channeled through my appearance. Ripped jeans with a Doors t-shirt, a new sundress from Urban Outfitters, Nike shorts and a tanktop, red jeans and a scarf.
No two days will I wear the same outfit. The same fabrics yes, but never an identical picture. There is always a way to change it up and be different. Because there are no two days exactly alike.
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