I’ve been thinking about fashion lately. Not the kind you see on runways or in magazines, but the kind that happens in your bedroom at 7 AM when you’re running late and nothing feels right.
You know that feeling? When you try on five different outfits and they all look fine, but none of them feel like you? That’s what I mean.
Fashion isn’t really about trends or brands or looking expensive. At least not to me. It’s about finding clothes that let you move through the world feeling like yourself. Sometimes that’s an oversized hoodie. Sometimes it’s a dress that makes you stand a little taller. Sometimes it’s your dad’s old jacket that doesn’t match anything but somehow makes everything make sense.
I used to think I had to dress a certain way. Follow some invisible rulebook. Wear what everyone else was wearing so I wouldn’t stand out. But standing out isn’t the problem. Disappearing is.
The best outfit I ever wore was this random combination, faded jeans, a white t-shirt I’d had for years, and my grandmother’s old scarf. Nothing about it was “on trend.” But I felt like me. And that day, I walked differently. Talked differently. Existed differently.
That’s the magic of fashion, I think. It’s not about impressing anyone. It’s about expressing something you can’t always put into words. It’s armor and comfort and rebellion all at once.
So wear what makes you feel alive. Wear what makes you feel brave. Wear what makes you feel soft when the world is too loud.
Because fashion isn’t about the clothes. It’s about the person wearing them.
And that person is you.
Sonakshi Mehra