You know when you see that girl walking down the street wearing an outfit much like mine, and you think “Whoa, she’s cool.” She’s not. She’s just better at pretending she is than you. That’s how I felt when I was wearing this outfit. It made me cool. I felt like I could strut down the sidewalks of NYC and not not trip. Like I could be in Paris and effortlessly speak French. thus is the power of clothes.