DATE: 6/7/2013 11:35:00 PM
Half a Decade in New York City
Now that I have been here for a considerable amount of time, I have learned a thing or two. Many that make me wish that God didn’t pull a fast one on us by making time irreversible so we can’t go back and fix mistakes with our new found wisdom.
When I applied to FIT, I kind of did it on a whim. I thought, wouldn’t it be amazing to say I was accepted to such a kewl school?! Then I actually got in and didn’t think twice about attending. It seemed surreal, like a time in the far future that would never come, when I thought about living in the city and how amazing it was going to be. I started buying dorm things, upping my wardrobe game, and took out my belly button ring because I decided it was too juvenile for such an independent city woman. Finally the day came that my parents packed me up in the car and we hit the road.
The first day of classes, I had no idea where to go. I mean literally, I didn’t know how to get to campus. It was only about four blocks away, and luckily I lived in a dorm where I could just join the pack of girls every morning and head in the same direction as them. Needless to say, with a Bachelor’s of Science degree in tow, I found my way. And with flying colors might I add.
My life here was somewhat what I expected. Amazing things to look at, different everyday. Endless restaurants to try, stores to shop in, coffee shops, taxi cabs, and fashion. Which brings me to my first life lesson learned.
Looking back at my first semester, the things I wore were mainstream, generic, boring. Hollister, Abercrombie, American Eagle, these things were all you’d find in my high school closet, which naturally carried over into my first semester of college. My first roommate, Caitlin still recalls just about every time I see her, (nostalgicaly of course) seeing me walk in with my Juicy Couture velour track suit when we met. After a little time in the city, I realized I didn’t have my own style. I had the style that 90% of American girls had. That needed to change stat.
Hi, I’m your new roommate Stephanie.
I’m so happy about it!
I discovered it was ok to buy things on sale, from a store no one had ever heard of. It’s ok to put things together that don’t really match and see if they work. Even if they don’t, if you’re confident enough in how you look, other people will most likely believe you when you tell them you look good.
The conversation comes up from time to time that if I could go back to high school and change one thing, what would it be? My answer: the way I dressed. I would have found my own style sooner and not be the girl that needed to wear a new shirt every Monday. Embarrassing, I know.
I know now how important it is to be your own person, in a world full of everybody else, Stand Out. If that means wearing your cutest high heels and a-line dress grocery shopping, do it! As long as you feel good, don’t give a damn what anyone else says! Often when I go home to New Hampshire, my little sister asks me why I’m so dressed up all the time. I tell her I’m not and this is just how I dress, then proceed to bring her into my old closet and find her a nine-year-old-friendly outfit with the teeniest tiniest kitten heels possible. I always try my hardest to make her feel as fabulous as she is and hope that she will develop her own style well before the age that I did. Trust me, she’s on her way.
Jazmyn, age 7
That’s all for now gals. Happy Friday!
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