Women want to feel sexy. We may not want the creep in the corner staring at us for more than a minute but we do like the way it makes us feel. This is why we wear those 4-inch heels that pinch our toes together so intensely when not even the 5 shots of tequila taken earlier that night is able to mask the pain. Why we run that extra minute in the gym even though that tiny voice in our head is begging us to go home and throw in a bath bomb. Why we would rather eat ramen for a week just to get those jeans that hug your curves in all the right places for this weekends uptown adventure.

Now this is not to get confused. I'm not saying we do all this for boys, in fact, I believe now more than ever this generation has proven otherwise. During the weekdays we see women in Nike shorts, oversized shack shirts, and leggings ready to conquer the day. Then when the weekend rolls around we suddenly become the Samantha, Carrie, Miranda, and Charlotte's of the world. I do believe at times I dress for the group of girls I'll be around, (some who go to school for fashion so it can be a little intimidating). Or I'll dress for my family's approval, modest and classy. I'll dress for comfort and how I'm feeling. I'll dress for the boy I've been dying to go out with, etc.

This past week I decided to dress strictly for myself. Not for the girls, the boys, the family, my school but instead simply how I was feeling. For example, on Monday morning I decided to GTL and after my body was a little toned and tanned I was feeling sexy & sporty so I put on my tightest pair of bootcut yoga pants and tied up my white tee with a black and grey camo sports bra peeking through. Tuesday I woke up with a sore throat and a splitting headache so I dressed basically in my PJs with a pair of cotton grey shorts and a long sleeve vineyard vine shirt. Wednesday I started feeling better so I decided to throw on my go-to skinny jeans with my lace-up booties and an oversized soft top.

I learned that in all those different outfits and in all those different feels, one thing was a constant in being fab: CONFIDENCE! Whether I was sick and in my cotton, feeling awful and looking awful or dressed in my cute booties towering over the world. I didn't care. I carried on and focused on what I was doing with my day and where I was going. At the end of the day, no one is going to remember that annoying neon jacket you swore you would only wear to the 90s themed party or the oversized shack shirt you wore to class. I'm proud to say our generation has brought the ‘hair tied back, chillin' with no makeup on' to life and we rock it everyday.