This post was originally published on my Medium profile on January 21st, 2016. Since I was 12 I’ve been in love with toe socks. They’d become the symbol for the quirky, cute, intelligent girl who didn’t quite fit in but was still gorgeous according to conventional standards of beauty. They appeared in the glossy spreads of my teen magazines, desperately read in a grasping attempt to be relevant, to gain friends. Maybe if I did these things, people would like me…. It took me years to realize there was no magic formula between the covers of Seventeen or J-14
Jacket: VIU bookstore.
I can’t be more specific on the skirt; mom got it for me on her trip to India years ago. It maaaaaay have been in Mumbai? Or Auroville. Somewhere around there.
(Shoes are house shoes again. Honestly that’s unlikely to change for these posts. I don’t usually wear other shoes around the house.)