In middle school I remember always feeling insecure when boys called me a “prep.” For the life of me, I couldn’t figure out how that was insult; but nevertheless, they tried to make it one.
Today, I embraced that title.
DRESS. SHIRT. SHOES. HAT.
Dress like a prep today and a cowgirl tomorrow. That’s the beauty of fashion. You can be whoever you want to be, then change your mind. . . then change it again. Don’t limit yourself- and more importantly don’t let the smelly twelve-year-old boys of your life tell you who you are.
XoXo, Zo