And What Version Of Myself Am I Today? I used to think the biggest fear was walking into a room and wondering if you belonged there. Turns out, the quieter pressure is different. It’s the subtle idea that certain things in your closet should come with an expiration date. That a butterfly on a shirt… or a crop top here and there… is somehow meant for a “younger version” of you. But style was never meant to shrink with age. If anything, it’s supposed to get louder.
AND trust me- If they don’t to work with you, I doubt its because of your outfit!
F*ck that. You can keep the clean girl aesthetic and the illusion that everything is perfect.
Truth is, I’ve stopped a lot of the habits that used to consume me. I quit nicotine. I stopped allowing people into my life whose version of friendship didn’t include reciprocity. And I stopped lying to myself about it—about them, about the patterns, about what I was tolerating from myself. All of those changes have shaped the person I’m becoming. Even down to how I dress. Because everything affects us. And if I’m being honest... I am a little vain. I care about how I look Because how you carry yourself, the confidence you radiate, the impression you leave—matters more than most people realize. Because fashion, for me, has always been more than clothes. It’s identity. It’s armor. It’s expression. But lately there’s one thought that sneaks into my mind when I’m choosing the vibe of the day: Im almost 30, And that makes me wonder… Does that mean I’m supposed to “grow up” in the way I dress? And the answer is... HARD NO.
F*ck that. You can keep the clean girl aesthetic and the illusion that everything is perfect. Some days I’m loud— styling clashing patterns, dramatic silhouettes, and layers on layers. My version of a maximalist moment. Other days I feel calm, so my outfit softens. Less intricate. Less loud. And sometimes I feel closer to the earth— so I bring out my inner Woodstock: flowy silhouettes, long skirts, breathable fabrics like linen. Then there are days I just want to rot in bed in a T-shirt and my underwear. And all of it is okay. It’s okay to not know exactly who you are— because you don’t have just one name. You are more than just one word. In every sense. Embrace it.
-THANK YOU FOR BEING HERE, like always. J for JSV
much love & always pushing you fwd,
J for JSV