Forever is a beautiful word, don’t you think? Forever love, forever friends, and in this case, Forever 21. An age I will sadly never be again, despite it being one of the best years of my life. The year I finally graduated University and fled the tiny town where I felt trapped and found myself starting a sparkling new chapter in Paris. My personal style then was somewhat like finally completing one of those terribly useless ‘lemon water only’ diets. At university I felt positively starved, wanting to wear whatever I pleased but terrified of the negative ongoing commentary from the students around me. So when I arrived in Paris, I knew no one which meant I could wear whatever I pleased. For the first time in my life, I truly let loose with my clothes, I was gluttonously self expressive. The first time I took a walk from my first Paris apartment to the supermarket, I wore furry 9 inch leopard print platforms and shiny spandex disco leggings, purely because I could. At 21 I truly began to learn that style is best worn personally, and I’ve determinedly held that lesson tight in my fists ever since. And so while I will never have those times in Paris again, everything they taught me has always been here to stay. From the heartbreaks to the parties and everything else that comes with being with 21, but most of all, the self confidence to wear whatever I want on a whim, for no other reason other than I like it. And I’ll take every chance I can get to remind you to do this too, which is why I was so happy to jump on board Forever 21’s Forever YOU campaign, hopefully reiterating to you what took me 21 years to learn; that you should wear whatever you like, however you like, whenever you like. This is what makes clothes so interesting to me, they are a personal choice and thus so full of life, of YOUR life. And you? You have a wonderful life, so please always be you. Forever ever YOU.