Happy ten year anniversary.
I would say that it's hard to believe that a decade has passed but honestly I would have been more surprised if I had quit. This blog, more than anything, has been for myself first and it never mattered to me if I had regular readers or not. I wanted to have a time-stamped record of who I am because I knew that someday I would look back, seeking to remain on nodding terms with my past selves.
I never published any fewer than three posts a year, even if some years that's the most I ever managed. I stayed true to what I set out to write from my very first post, although this stopped being a fashion blog by about 2015. Even then the fashion posts weren't so much about actual clothing as much as a medium to articulate what I wanted my life to look like. I didn't know what I wanted at eighteen exactly, but I knew that the way I was dreaming in dresses felt too big for the small town I grew up in. So I moved to California, to the East Coast, to the UK, and then back again, discovering new pieces of myself along the way.
I'm still here, ten years later. That's commitment, baby.
For someone who has kept a blog for ten years I have always struggled with sharing it, even when I've been proud of this space I've made. I like to think that I write for the sake of it. And yet nothing thrills me more than when someone tells me that they read something here that they really liked, or even better, that they've read my entire blog. If that's ever been you—thank you.
If that's not you (yet) or you're new here, here are some of my favorite posts I've ever written:
- I never watch the stars
- I'm someone you maybe might love
- the monsters turned out to be just trees
- your american dream baby
- nothing's wrong but nothing's true
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