Today is my 28th birthday, which honestly feels wild to write out. I still feel like the little girl standing in line at Office Depot, before her first day of sixth grade, grabbing school supplies, wishing she were a grown-up already. I wanted to be a grown-up so bad. Mostly, because I just didn’t want to go to school anymore. I often reflect upon that exact memory of standing in that checkout line and all the things I was dreaming up in my little twelve-year-old brain; Thinking about who I would be once I had reached this desired “grown-up” version of myself. I had this idea that once I became an adult I would somehow be a confident and fearless version of myself. I do really wish that is how it worked. Unfortunately, it is not.
I often feel like that little twelve-year-old Molly standing in the checkout line, with that intoxicating and anxiety-filled smell of new school supplies surrounding me. Even now, I can perfectly recall the smell of a fresh new plastic pencil pouch. If you know, you know. I feel like that version of myself on days when I am scared or unsure about life. I want to make her proud by becoming a more confident and more fearless version she dreamt up at Office Depot.
Now that I am 28, I have officially entered into my late twenties. With this new era, there is a familiar anxiety that is fueled by societal pressures of who I should be and what I should have achieved at this point in my life. And yet, I also feel like a more well-rounded version of myself. I am processing through issues that used to keep me on a loop. I know myself more intimately.
It is hard to sum up and reflect on 28 years of life in a few paragraphs, but I am grateful to share posts like these with like-minded people who hold a similar point of view. It feels special to have that. I know my twelve-year-old self would be proud.
I hope you enjoy this new birthday batch of “Outfits & Interiors” – thank you for being here.






*shoutout to my friend Sheyda for editing my chaotic writing. You’re a real one for that*
Happy birthday Molly!!! The green fit it's giving Bella Baxter 🥹🩵 I love that
Happy birthday 🌹🌹🌹