A size twelve is NOT fat.

At least, that's what I'm trying to convince myself. I'm not even always a size 12...I'm usually a 10, but I bought a pair of jeans yesterday and, well, when they're skinny jeans, you have to make sure you don't look like a sausage in them.

That experience got me thinking.

I grew up in Boston and was a skinny kid until about age 12, when I gained over 20 lbs in a year. (Undiagnosed depression is a bitch, eh?) Even then, though, I don't remember feeling completely embarrassed of my body. Maybe I just couldn't admit it, or maybe it was the fact that Boston sheltered me somewhat from all the trendy clothing I thought I couldn't wear. We Bostonians dress a little more conservatively than people in certain other parts of the country, so I didn't feel pressured to wear anything backless, super short, or requiring 0% body fat. College in L.A. was a different matter, though. It felt as though the vast majority of my classmates were thin, beautiful, and managed to do something attractive with their hair before 9 am class. A few were actually models. I...was not. Of course, in college it's still acceptable to go to class in sweats and slippers, so I was comfortable to be in a fashion middle ground.

Now I don't feel so comfortable dressing how I used to. I'm a college graduate with a full time job. I live in West L.A., not somewhere east of Pasadena. Besides, when I dress like a college student, people think I'm a college student, and I prefer to be treated like an adult.

So here we are.

I love fashion. I love clothing. I love shopping.

Unfortunately, I have limited funds at the moment, so this blog is going to be about my clothing experiments with the trends I can afford to try.

Wish me luck!