PC: Alison Scarpulla
Years have passed, and in that time I've wandered leaving pieces of my innocence behind like bread crumbs. I'm not as quick to believe that everyone is basically honest and that all smiling strangers have good intentions. It took me forever to realize that all those people - the back-handed-complementers, the ones who step briskly in your path just as you're passing, the self-deceivers, the ones that feign deafness just to have you repeat yourself, those who actually care about who you're wearing and how you're wearing it - that they're the ones with the problem. Why did I ever think it was personal? These people surround you like mosquitoes by a summer pond, but there comes a breaking point when they all suddenly disappear. They're there as they always were, but you will find that you've developed a navigation system that simply steers you away from the bad waters where they lurk.