

At a recent social event, I was a bit taken aback to find about a dozen women donning similar floral dresses, carrying the same Naghedi bag (in different colors) and all sporting a Cartier love bracelet. Standing there in my longline shorts, button down and loafers, I felt a bit left out, “less than” and like I missed some sort of memo. I quickly spun my internal narrative and became excited about the fact that I have my own individual style. I’m proud of the fact that I stay true to what I want to wear and don’t pay too much attention to what everybody else is wearing.
