For as long as I can recall (which isn’t that long whatwithmyhorriblememoryandall), I have not felt like the person I see in the mirror. Not in a dramatic WHO AM I sort of way, and not in a man-trapped-in-a-woman’s-body kind of way.
But in a significant way - to me - nonetheless.
You see, behind my very innocent looking face (unless I am really trying to look angry) there is a soul that believes I have sleeves of tattoos, piercings in unmentionable places and very colorful hair.
But, because of my upper middle class upbringing, if I wanted to fit in ANYWHERE, none of these were an option. So I suppressed my inner indie-chic for as long as I could. Luckily, at this age I can let my freak-flag fly, but only in palatable doses - lest I become a punch line for my compatriots.
When I came across the line Litter SF I realized that there are actually accessories with which I can express myself completely, non-permanently, and still feel like myself.
My freaky, emo, indi-chick self, that is.