You’re Worth More.

 

 

Headwrap, shirt: Arc’s Value Village Jeans: Gap Shades: American Eagle

You really are. And I am too. Which is why we shouldn’t put unneeded stress onto ourselves for what we are or what we are not!!

That’s a big thought whilst lurking around a thrift store, isn’t it? I tend to have big thoughts during mundane tasks . One thought: I don’t know what the initial intent was for this jersey shirt, but I’m going full undergrad Women Studies with it. KNOW YOUR WORTH QUEENS! YOU ARE OF VALUE NO MATTER WHAT. SMASH THE PATRIARCHY!

Huge leap there, but anyway.. I’m starting to realize not everyone has the same outlook on thrift buying as I do. It’s such an important idea to me, VALUABLE, one might say, to the world around us. But for those new to it, or apprehensive, I’ll give you a few points of view:

For my earthy friends: What is better than leaving your community and world with less waste by shopping for lightly used garments?? Sustainable fashion is just good housekeeping for the earth.

To my frugal friends: 50% off on already cheap tags is legit. This entire outfit is new and cost $13.

To my Squeamish/Germphobes: I was you once: Clothes. Are. Washable.

To my online shoppers: Sure, finding that specific item is exhilarating online, but you haven’t known happiness until it happens in the midst of digging through a thirst store.

To Label Junkies: Versace, Yves Saint Laurent, Ralph Lauren, and Vera Wang are all names I’ve found and kept while thrifting- and those are just off the top of my head (almost literally, but wrap game is fierce).

So DO NOT underestimate the wonders and gifts of a thrift store. And should you get the courage to enter, perhaps start with a little bit of guidance, thanks to Arc Value Village’s FREE personal shopping service! Visit arcvaluevillage.org for details on appointments!

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Adult 

Ten years ago…if you were to tell me that 30 would mean drag queen parties and tattoo dates with my mom, I would have nothing to say to you. You’re clearly a weirdo who doesn’t know me.

…flash forward.

It’s been close to one month of me being 30. That could sound like a little or a lot depending on the person reading this. It could be daunting to think anyone could be so old (I get it. I was you once…all those years ago..). Or it could ignite an eye roll over such dramatics, or a light chuckle.. the warm memory of what that year felt like. Or maybe you’re new to the Three-Oh yourself; in which case, welcome! and thank you. We’ll get through this together, it’ll be fun.

It’s strange to be 30 in 2017. I’m much more sure about the things that keep me happy and healthy, and I’m having more fun than I could ever anticipated. There’s just one thing I haven’t grasped onto yet, though I’m not sure I want anymore..

I haven’t been “comfortable” yet. I have so much to learn and explore, that I can’t sit still. That’s not what I was expecting at 30. Do you know what I expected? Well, at 20 or 21, it was marriage, a house, a car, the suburbs, a kid (I guess) and all the “comfort” that comes with being a full grown adult. No mention to whether or not wanted those things; it was just what was expected of myself at LEAST by 30..

I only have a couple of those things, and I’m downright thankful. I didn’t know what I wanted at the time, but I knew what other people had before me, and that drove me in my early 20s. I hate to say it, but I surely could not have been the only one.

The things I have only came because of the work I put in to have them. The things I don’t have were also conscious decisions. In other words: people change, priorities change. The rub, however, is the fact that adults tell you these things are important for YEARS, creating a cute little complex when it’s time to have things of your own.

So here I am. 30 years old. Having the time of my life and STILL questioning if it’s well deserved.

Did I mention I was neurotic at birth?

Shoes: Converse Skirt: H&M Bodysuit: American Apparel Denim Jacket: Lucky Brand Co.