sometimes i wonder what genre my blog would be put in. general ramblings? silliness? literature snobbery?
and then i smack myself on the wrists, because a blog is much more personal than something you put a genre nametag on.
i think my little blog-baby,as i have come to think of it, had a certain specific genre it would be that of a challenge, or a compilation of goals and dreams and hopes that i call my everyday.
and i don’t mean to get all “that girl from mean girls that doesn’t even go here”, wishing to teach you how to embrace a land of smiles and rainbows.
and in a way, this is my fashion challenge. my 30-in-30. perhaps it’s just me, but i find it hard to convince myself that is it in a way “okay” to dress how i’d like to dress in my little city of orlando. short shorts and tank tops dominate all seasons and a sea of neon colors plague every clothing rack i see whenever i go shopping. which tends to make it a predicament for a 19 year old life-long floridian who doesn’t own flip flops, cringes at neon green, and would very much rather dress like a librarian, thank you very much.
i know i refer to my former 8 year old self quite a bit. but to be honest, that girl had spunk. she was authentic. i haven’t lost that, it just got temporarily misplaced between the multiple bowl cuts my mother gave me as a child, being a cheerleader for 7 years (and what goes along with that), and high school in general. i feel like my 8 year old self would give me a high five for realizing that the city in which i live should determine how much of my true self i reveal, whether its clothes or personality (which i like to think go hand in hand).
and then i’d buy my 8 year old self some soy ice cream (sorry, 8 year old mackenzie, you’re lactose intolerant. sorry for the bad news) and then we’d braid each other’s hair as we watch a marathon of “powerpuff girls”
and it’s also my challenge to learn how to use self timer.
but that’s another story. one that involves a whole lot of silly webcam photos of my outfit that have now found a new home in my recycling bin.