You know how some days you get dressed, look in the mirror, and feel an inner click – yes! Something about your whole look just screams “you-ness.” On pointness.
I look exactly like me, I tell myself, grinning inwardly.
It’s not that each item of clothing is special or designer or whatever, but somehow in the achieved silhouette, the combination of just so details, the colour spread, the mix of fabrics, textures – what’s been struck is the outward chemistry of me – in my eyes, at least.
And those are the only eyes that matter, since the good feeling in me is what I exude for the whole world to pick up on and feel and know.
Personal style is far from frivolous. It’s an eloquent, powerful language that we use to express who we are in/to the world. That’s important. But way more important is the secure, sure-footed feeling that comes with feeling in sync with oneself.