Here’s a guest post from New York-based and friend of the Big Show, Alina Simone.
Remember being a sad weirdo in high school and feeling so insecure, you just kind of cop other people’s style and hope no one will notice?
Sculpting your hair into a black Aquanet spire to fit in with the Goths? Shredding the skin off your knees doing an Olly to impress the skaters?
Okay that’s just me. But I thought I’d at least kissed that grim, grasping feeling goodbye.
Actually, it confronts me every day, almost every hour, in the form of the email sign-off. Am I the only one? The only one who feels like nothing fits?
That all those “Warmlys” and “Regards” and “All bests” are the worst?
And all those international options — “Ciao” and “Suerte” and “Bises” and, God forbid, “Tatty bye”? — don’t help. They hurt. A lot.
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