Personal style is imagined, not bought.

Just a quick thought today.

When I was a child,
I went through a period of time,
where I would only where dresses,
with full skirts.
Dresses designed to spin, and swirl, in.

What if,
instead of finding our personal style,
we remembered it?

Not the hot pink tutu, paired with polka-dot leggings, and a chocolate smile.

But the feeling,
joy, delight, wonder,
swishing, spinning, swirling,

What if we don’t need to start from scratch?

What if personal style wasn’t something we found?
Or bought?
But was something we imagined?
And remembered?

Personal style is imagined, not bought.



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