Walking around the streets of St. Andrews is akin to browsing Pinterest or a recent issue of Vogue. Everyone here looks like a model. Not the American standard but a model nonetheless. What I mean is that the people here carry themselves with confidence like they are walking down a runway. There is every variety of shape, every variety of style, yet all is appreciated! It was amazing to step off the plane at Heathrow and be immersed in this new sense of beauty. It isn't at all about conforming to what everyone else looks like, rather being as you as only you can be. How wonderful to fulfill that standard. How wonderful to be utterly yourself.
I decided to be more subdued and academic today. Back in the States there is so much color in everyone's wardrobe but here the neutrals rule the palette. I remember putting on a button down under my red plaid jumper (which would probably work so well here) every Mass dress day in elementary school and HATING it. 9 years later I do not loathe it quite as much and the familiar look reminded me of home. You can take the girl out of the uniform, but (after 14 years of wearing one) you can't quite take the uniform out of the girl.
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