Headbands and Club Rats

Shorts: Lotus (by anything online at Lotus and enter promo code MODA and get 15% off your entire purchase), Shirt: Vestique, Headband: a gift, Vintage Ring: Lotus, Bracelets: Alex & Ani, Shoes: Jessica Simpson, Purse: ?

I was given this headband as a gift from my friend, Jessica, almost a year ago and I have never worn it. Not because I don't love it ('cause I damn sure do), but because I hadn't dared to wear it the way I really wanted to, which is like this. Smack dab across my forehead.

I love this look on other people (mainly insanely gorgeous boho-chic chicks on Pinterest), but I wasn't sure I could really "pull it off". Then I decided, ahhhhh eff it, what the hell?!? If I look like a fool, at least I did what I wanted to, and if I like it, well, there's another hairstyle option.  I figured that I shouldn't preach about doing and wearing what you want on the blog, and then punk-out (over something as ridiculous as a headband) in real life. 

I think the key with any trend is to make it yours. I love the hippie vibe of the headband and the Coachella feel of the crochet top, but I'm still me, so I paired them with heels and red lipstick. I dig dressing up, but not feeling like I am in costume, like I am trying to be someone else. Does that make sense? It's always obvious to me when I see people who are uncomfortable in what they are wearing.

I actually befriended a complete stranger one time because I felt bad for her. We were two of three girls out with a big group of guys (who all knew one other). I had never met this girl in my life, but every time I looked her way, I saw her fidgeting with her outfit. She had on a short dress with a pluuuunging neckline. And by plunging, I mean there was barely enough material to cover her boobs. Oh, and the girl was built like me. Homegirl was no skinny-minny. She was athletic, had broader shoulders, and meaty thighs... definitely more "thick" than thin if you know what I am saying. It's not that she looked bad in the dress, she just looked insanely uncomfortable. She was pulling her skirt down with one hand and fixing her boob area with another. Her cheeks were flushed and she kept looking down at her feet. Not signs of a woman who is secure with herself (or at least confident in her outfit choice).

So... I walked up to her and introduced myself. I found out that she was in town visiting one of the guys in the crew. She didn't really know anyone else, and was definitely intimidated by the "club scene" (this was a few years ago when I was in the clubs HEAVY). I talked to her all night, assured her that she looked good, went to the bar and bathroom with her, and then about an hour into our "friendship" I suggested that she stop pulling at her dress and walk around like she was the single baddest chick in the club. She smiled, thanked me, and we went on about our night. I never saw her again, but that night still sticks out in my memory.

It's always good to go a little outside of your comfort zone, but not so far out that you feel like an imposter. Know what I am sayin'?

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