Style Therapy

It started with a blazer. Not just any blazer — the blazer. Slightly oversized, soft-shouldered, the color of early morning coffee foam. It wasn’t something I’d usually pick; I was more of a leather-jacket-and-denim kind of girl. But there it was, hanging on a rack, whispering: You’ll grow into me.

And that’s the thing about fashion — sometimes you buy clothes for the person you’re becoming, not the one you already are.