There is a delicate dance- ballet if you will- to being a self-proclaimed badass-girly-girl. I’ve stumbled through this dance for most of my life. I was born into a family of ultra feminine women -think lots of pink, bows, and playing with my grandmother’s pearls. However I grew up with two hyper, ninja wannabes for brothers, so naturally, the lines were blurred *thankfully* and I became somewhat of a hybrid. I loved to play dress up in my room just as much as climbing up our avocado tree behind my grandfather with his machete. I was both in ballet and Karate. I loved my Barbies and Ninja Turtles equally. So it is no surprise that my own personal style has, symptomatically, seen it’s share of confusion throughout the years.I went through a phase where I wore pastels and french braids (lasted 2 months), followed by my all black phase (lasted way longer), then intermittent bouts of lingerie tops and baby doll dresses during the early 2000’s (yikes). Finally found my groove in New York and went back to black, but experimented with feminine elements. Lace, pops of pinks, and A-Line dresses were just the touches I needed to round out my personal style and soften the combat boots that never left my feet.
I’ve continued to evolve my personal style and still love a bit juxtaposition; enter black tutu and high heeled combat boots. This look is the best example of my personal style to date, edgy details with a feminine twist. For me, this look was effortless. I have had this camo tee for 10 years and kind of live in it, the tutu was one of the best of impulse buys, and I kinda just wake up in boots. I felt so comfortable that I repeated this same look a week later, because as I always say, I’m only confident when I’m comfortable. Which apparently is when I dress like GI Jane taking a ballet class.
I’m pretty sure I’ve gracefully nailed this badass-girly-girl routine, care to join me?