So who of you fashion followers haven’t heard of Tavi?
She is the 13-year-old (yes, you read me right) who is making waves in the industry thanks to her ’style rookie’ blog. The just-turned-teenager posts pictures of her daily outfits along with mag fashion spreads, which have sprung up some wardrobe inspiration for the youngster.
This month Tavi is gracing the cover of the recently resurrected POP magazine:
She looks like a pixie Kate Moss before Pete Doherty and cocaine.
It makes me reminisce about my adolescence. That awkward stage when puberty was kicking in. I was trading Barbie dolls for current issues of Bop magazine, drooling over pictures of Leonardo Dicaprio in his Growing Pains era and possibly even Taylor Hanson, but please don’t tell anyone.
And my style (if it can even be called a style) was questionable. Certainly not something to display and most definitely not cover worthy. Unless Dr. Flea’s market in Rexdale happened to have an opening for a new spokesperson and needed some shots for their monthly newsletter.
I’m pretty sure my closet was stocked full of stir-up troos, tear-away pants and handmade knitted sweaters from my granny. I had a fringe thicker than an orange brick wall and a whack smile. Two words: Pre-braces.
I was like a cross between orphan Annie and the chap who played the Beast next to Linda Hamilton on the television version of the Disney classic. That’s not self-deprication. That’s just the truth.
I’m not ashamed. I don’t know anyone who looks back at photos of themselves at the age of 13 and thinks “damn, I wish I could look like that again”.
Of course, when I was 13, I didn’t use the internet and neither did any of my friends. I’m sure the ‘net is playing a major role in the shaping of today’s pre-teens. My idol back then was my sixth-grade teacher Ms. Beattie. Today, the Tavi’s of this world look up to Anna Wintour… or Megan Fox.
I was busy riding my bike around the neighbourhood, trying to land a look from a boy named Ryan who sat across my homeroom, keep that fringe under control and try not to let my mom see that I wore sparkly lip gloss to school
I like Tavi. I think she’s pretty cool. But I wouldn’t trade my childhood for hers.
Even though I make it seem like I was the hunchback, I’m glad I had that awkward stage. I was still a kid. I had scraped knees, not fish-net covered ones. I grew out of it.
Just please GOD don’t show me any of those school pictures.