(mandy coon leather top, henrik vibskov scarf worn as a skirt, rodarte x oc jacket, rodarte x kirkwood shoes, thrifted bag. photos via)
Wearing these shoes at Lincoln Center was like moths on a flame, in the most obnoxious way possible. Photographers wouldn't let me walk 5 five feet without stopping me to photograph them. I won't lie - it was a bit of an ego boost, and I'm the type of person who could always use those kinds of things in moderation to help myself through the self-loathing times. One of the hardest parts of my teens and twenties has been my struggle to accept myself the way I am. As women, we're taught to scrutinize every single aspect of our bodies and ourselves and amplify the (perceived) negatives and ignore the positives. And while I haven't successfully been able to celebrate my positives, I've at least come to terms with my (perceived) negatives. Trust me when I say that I've come a long way.