It’s a tough time of year for teenagers. We’re reaching the end of our A-Levels/AS-Levels/Foundation Diplomas in Fashion Design and suddenly we’ve been faced with the daunting choice of what to do next. For many of us, its like being thrown back to our sixteen year-old selves again. We’re back in the deep end, stuck in limbo between educational institutions. Unsure about our bodies, the hair on our bodies, or even the hair on our clothes on our bodies; it can be a tough time for every one. At these great times of turbulence and change you might start feeling like everything’s not alright, just remember: it’s OK not to to feel OK.
I spent many years not feeling even close to OK. I’d spend my days gormless, staring at all the other kids who were clearly alright and wondering if I’d ever feel just fine. Of course feeling fine is a lofty ambition for a teenage girl; my GCSEs were a trial of fire populated with awkward house parties, underage drinking and abortive romances. However, there was a brighter future on the horizon for me. A new day was dawning for Kirsty Crisis; little did I know that I was about to discover the key to getting OK, and my days of not feeling alright were almost at an end.
The summer between finishing school and beginning my Foundation Diploma was a difficult one. Stepping out of the school uniform that you’ve worn for five years straight is a daunting task, especially when the other clothes you own don’t make you feel alright. All woolen jumpers, striped tights and loose fitting t-shirts – I did not feel like Kirsty Crisis. I knew then and there that if I was going to feel OK come the start of my new life, I would need to get a new style as soon as possible. With enough money scraped together from washing dishes at a local pub, I launched myself in to the world of fashion head first. Deciding to ignore everything the media was telling me, I formulated a style that best presented me in my best form – alright me.
By the time the summer was done with, my wardrobe was complete. Black skinny jeans, ultra-bright t-shirts and baggy hoodies with 90s rock bands. I had created a new look, a new style – a new Kirsty. I needed to change my style, to change myself. I might not be fine right now, I might never be. But one thing I know for sure is – I’m just about OK.