Like most kids, I made some questionable style choices that I thought looked so good at the time. From headbands that would fall down the back of my head and give the illusion of pigtails to undershirts with holes and safety pins in them, I was a hot mess.
To accommodate my prepubescent beer belly, I would only button one button on a shirt, right beneath my boobs. I thought this made me look skinny and laid back. You know, as all 12-year-old girls should want to look.
But here I am, two buttons done up. This basically means I’m an adult now.
Both the tank and shirt are super thin and light, so they paired well with a thick pair of legging pants and booties. As long as the upper half of my body is cool, I don’t have the urge to dump a cooler full of ice on myself and cry in a swimming pool. I hate summer.