I didn’t expect to feel this untethered after graduating.
Everyone kept asking what I was doing next, and I kept giving answers that sounded confident enough to end the conversation. Truth is, I don’t really know. I just know I’m done waiting for permission.
I’ve been wearing this raglan baby tee a lot lately. Not in a “this is my outfit” way, more like it keeps finding its way back into rotation. It feels familiar. Easy. Like something I didn’t overthink, which is rare for me right now.
It looks clean at first. Red sleeves, white body, cropped but not loud about it. Nothing screaming for attention. The kind of piece that lets you exist without narrating yourself. I like that.
I keep running my finger along the seam and stopping. Not cutting it yet. Just knowing I could.
That feels like the whole point.
There’s something comforting about wearing something that doesn’t demand a choice immediately. It just leaves space. You can crop it. You can leave it alone. You can forget it’s even an option. No one’s checking. No one’s grading you on the outcome.
That’s what being unsupervised feels like, I think. Not chaos. Not rebellion. Just quiet ownership over small decisions that add up to a life.
I wore it out last night. No plan. Just ended up where the night took me. At some point someone asked where it was from, and I realized I didn’t want to explain it. I just said “I don’t know, it’s mine.”
After graduation, everything feels optional in a way that’s both terrifying and freeing. This tee sits right in that space. It doesn’t tell me who to be next. It just lets me show up as I am, undecided, figuring it out, doing things my own way.
I still haven’t cut it.
Maybe I will.
Maybe I won’t.
No one’s watching.
