School has started. It is once again a time for tweens everywhere to start over. To ponder questions such as Who am I? Where do I fit in?
If you remember last year, my daughter wanted to be “preppy.” Which meant Lily Pulitzer, Vera Bradley, and Jack Rogers all seemed to become our new best friends.
And I heard from many people that you can not just become preppy. It is a way of life, not just the clothes you wear. When I explained this to my daughter she actually got what I am saying. She said that at her school everyone dressed the same. That no one had any sense of individuality. And that it was boring.
Over the summer my daughter started to do some soul searching. As she hibernated in her room, she realized she did not want to dress and act like everyone else. This school year she wanted to be different. To dress in her own style. She does not want to be “trendy”, and she knows that personal style lasts forever. And since she has friends and confidence, she says if anyone wants to judge me…go ahead. They are not my true friends. She says as long as she likes what she is wearing, she could care less what anyone else thinks. Bravo, my dear!
First Day of 7th Grade
She asked if she could get a lip ring. You can pretty much guess my reply. NO!
She asked if she could get her cartilage pierced. What? Huh? NO!
I am convinced she is asking for piercings just to test me.
Her latest obsession is music. One Direction. 5 Seconds of Summer. And when I say obsession, I mean she starts to get excited and wants to scream when she hears their music on the radio. Oh, and she also likes Blink 182, the Beatles, the Ramones, and Nirvana.
She also has found herself wanting to be on trend with fashion, but in her own styling kind of way. Shopping in stores like Garage, H&M, Forever 21, Pac Sun, and Urban Outfitters. And her latest friend is Doc Martens.
She claims she does not want to be mainstream. Mainstream is boring. But hey, I do not want to burst her bubble and tell her that One Direction and 5 Seconds of Summer is pretty mainstream these days. I know what will happen next. She will roll her eyes. Then she will get angry that I called her mainstream. And she will stomp off to her room.
My little hipster. Oops! She does not want to be labeled as a hipster.
With her little beanie nestled on her head and her fake black rimmed glasses, she will brave the trenches of 7th grade. She will continue to find out who she is and where she wants to go.