BECOMING YOUR AESTHETIC 🦋
There’s this quiet shift that happens when you stop trying to be like everyone else and start asking, “Who am I really?” That’s where I’ve been lately — somewhere between discovering, unlearning, and slowly becoming my own aesthetic. For a long time, I felt like I was borrowing bits and pieces of everyone else’s identity. I’d save Pinterest boards filled with soft beige tones, minimalist rooms, and perfect outfits — but when I looked around my own space, it didn’t quite feel like me. I admired it, but I didn’t belong in it. It was like I was dressing in someone else’s idea of beauty, hoping I’d feel complete once I fit the mold. But one day, I caught myself in the mirror — messy bun, oversized tee, sunlight spilling across my room — and I thought, this feels right. Not curated, not planned, just me in my natural rhythm. And that’s when it hit me: maybe my aesthetic was never meant to be perfect. Maybe it was meant to be personal. Becoming my aesthetic has been more about accepta...