“the moment will arrive when you are comfortable with who you are, and what you are– bald or old or fat or poor, successful or struggling- when you don’t feel the need to apologize for anything or to deny anything. to be comfortable in your own skin is the beginning of strength.” // c.b. handy

i have come to that point in my life where i flatly refuse to be uncomfortable.

whether it be a social situation or an elastic that creeps deeper and deeper into my waistline – i’m just not doing it anymore. life is much too fleeting and at times, much too tedious to waste even a moment on any sort of physical malaise, (barring the eating of seven slices too many of pizza). you could take this to mean that my wardrobe has turned itself into a locker room of sweatpants and forever cotton socks. it hasn’t – it’s just become less structured, less constricting, and overall just nicer to the touch. if you haven’t yet – look into it, i can see how it came to be, that comfort really is king.





→ source : all the pretty things by black crane via la garçonne and in toronto, at fawn boutique


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