The Importance of Being Fearless.

In fashion and in life.

Now, I don't always live up to this credo, but I'd like to think that I do it as much as I can. See, I figure that life is just far too short to live by ruminating on other people's thoughts and opinions about things. Of course, if the person is a friend or close family member, their thoughts will be taken into consideration. Specially if there's a possibility of making a fool out of one's self. But, sometimes, making a fools out of ourselves is just what we need. Either to just let go and relax or to learn important lessons.

Sartorially, I've always tried to listen to my crazy self. In eighth grade, when everyone was wearing ultra-trendy corseted (and very bright) dresses, I decided to wear a velvet black and white gown that some people thought was too mature for my age. In retrospect, it was kind of embarrassing, but first of all: almost everything that you look back upon in regards to your teenage years is either going to be embarrassing or full of angst. Second, I did what I wanted to do and it made me happy.

Now, I haven't always been like this. I've always had a love of hats, but it was not until a few years ago that I started wearing them with gusto. Before, I was just too embarrassed and afraid of what others would think. Puerto Rico, despite being hell hot and bad for your skin if you don't protect yourself, is the land of no hats. People will look at you as if you are a weirdo if you wear a hat. My first steps into hat wearing were no exception.

Of course, I took it upon myself to wear a bright red beret and walk across the quad where the bullies from my old school liked to hang out. They started laughing and pointing at me and the hat. Needless to say, I felt like I was back in high school and I didn't enjoy that very much.

Overtime, I realized that I was experiencing high amounts of inconceivable stupid. I didn't care what they thought when I was in high school, so why should I care now? Of course, it bothered my because I was terrified that university was just going to be another high school. But it wasn't. And, a bit more shallowly, I reminded myself that the high school bullies had no style whatsoever except show their bits every chance they got. So on went the hats and out went the stupid.

Of course, there will always be actions and outfits that one will regret. Just try to make those actions ones in which you don't hurt people and you'll be fine. I'd rather be embarrassed about wearing a crazy outfit than berate myself for not having the guts for wearing a simple set of clothes. The attitude you take towards your outfits will be a reflection of your life. If you have the guts to stick to your sartorial guns, you will have the courage to plow through life. At least, that's the way I see it!