Fashionista

Honestly, fashionista is not a word that I have used to describe myself for very long.  Growing up, I wasn’t the cool, hip cheerleader.  I was a nerd.  At least, that’s what the kids in middle school called me.  I still hate that word.  I got my first pair of designer jeans in eighth grade, but they still didn’t help me fit in.  So, I was ecstatic when I was accepted to a high school far away from all those judgmental girls.

As I’ve navigated through my adult life, I’ve embraced my own style.  I’m infertile and childless, but I’m definitely not childfree.  I have nieces and nephews, an exchange daughter and a fur baby.  And believe it or not, clothes have helped me through some really difficult times and have helped me connect with my kids.

While struggling through infertility treatments and the numerous “not pregnant” results, my husband’s goal was to make me happy (or at least keep me from crying).  He often did this by taking me shopping…