Chapter One: Your Style Is Not For Others to Like

                              

            Chapter One: Your Style Is Not For Others to Like

“Your style is not for others to like. It’s for you to live in.” So, Wear What The Funk You Want!

Some days, I look at what I’m wearing and laugh — not because it’s a joke, but because the old me would’ve never dared. I used to wonder if folks would get it. If they’d say, “Why you got all that on?” or “Ain’t you too old for that?”

Now? I don’t care if they get it. It wasn’t for them to get.

I’ve learned that funky grunge style — the kind with layers, rips, boots, chains, patched denim, and an attitude — is something you grow into. It’s not just a look. It’s a reflection of who I’ve become.

This isn’t about fashion. This is about freedom.

It’s the power of walking out the house feeling like your whole self — with every scar, every lesson, and every weird little piece you decided to rock anyway.

You start walking differently. Laughing louder. Caring less. Loving more.

You realize: my style isn’t supposed to be liked — it’s supposed to be lived in.

You don’t owe them pretty. You don’t owe them “put together.”

You owe you the chance to feel free in your skin… and in your clothes.

Because when you finally start dressing for you, not them, something clicks.

So today’s reflection is simple: You don’t owe them pretty. You don’t owe them “put together.”

You owe you the chance to feel free in your skin… and in your clothes.