You know, I consider myself to be a pretty carefree person.
Like, I don't really care what people think of me 90% of the time, which I would say is a pretty good percentage.
Like, 90% of the time, I walk into a room and I'm like, fuck it.
People can take it or leave it if they like me, if they like what I'm wearing, if they like what I'm talking about, then great.
And if not, then that is just the way that it's gonna be, and that's fine, you know?
And listen, occasionally I have a little bit of social anxiety.
I start to get in my head about social interactions.
It happens.
But I would say 90% of the time, I'm doing pretty good.
I've gotten to a place in my life where I'm as carefree as I've ever been before.
I've never been this carefree before.
You know, like a good example would be.
You know, recently I've become obsessed with these jackets that I refound in my closet.
They're like these soft puffer jackets that only moms should wear.
I don't think I should be allowed to wear these types of jackets as a 20 year old because they scream mom in such a distinct and special way that I just don't feel like I'm supposed to be wearing them.
And there's something kind of embarrassing about wearing them.
It's just, I can't put a finger on why it's embarrassing, but it just is, you know, especially in LA, where everybody dresses really fashionable and cool.
Not everybody, but it's a lot more common to see people dressed, you know, fashionable and street style cool, you know?
And then I'm over here in my soft and squishy puffer jacket that has a very motherly silhouette to it.
You know what I mean?