Here’s a sad truth about my life: I did not look cute as a teenager. No really. The years between 13 and 20 were, for me (and I’m guessing for a lot of people out there), absolutely and tragically fraught with horrible sartorial choices, bad hairdos and even worse skin. Granted, I’m not a style icon now, but I like to think I’ve come a long way from baggy khakis and t-shirts printed with information about concerts that I never attended. And that’s OK — because taking time to develop your own personal style is a better than having none whatsoever. Still, there are a few things I didn’t know back then that could’ve helped speed the process along — and it turns out, they’re lessons some adults could use, too.
this is some kind of spaceship or something.