Tacky Trackie

That's the name that was given to me by a couple of middle-school mean girls in the seventh grade. Whores.

Apparently, they disagreed with my aptness for wearing brightly-colored tracksuits on a daily basis.But, really. Who could blame a 12-year-old youngster for experiencing a gravitational pull towards hot pink velour sweats? And don't even get me started on yellow terry cloth...

If you're concerned about the name, I think you'll be glad to hear that it thankfully didn't stick. Since then, I've developed what is obvious good taste in fashion (Note: Sarcasm). Alright, alright. I should really cut myself some slack. While I can go very wrong sometimes with the clothing choices, overall, I'd say I'm a pretty decent dresser.

My uniform attire is more often than not, a pair of jeans with an unassuming long-sleeve shirt, some form of wedge boots, and a pea coat. Now that the weather's heating up, I ditch the boots for a pair of sandals, flip flops, or Keds, while the pea coat is gone altogether. Basically, I aim to look as un-homeless as possible. Although, I can't say the same for certain celebrities (Mary-Kate, I'm looking at you!).

Since I am a human, there are definite lazy days (More then I'd like to admit to), but in general, I find my style to be aesthetically pleasing. At least, by my definition of aesthetically pleasing. I guess you'd have to find those girls to get a more balanced review.

I hope they're in jail now.

Lesson Learned: Avoid matching hot pink velour sweaters, to hot pink velour sweat pants, at all costs. If you must sport this combo., though, steer clear of middle schools with self-proclaimed fashion mavens.