Reincarnations I’ve Considered
Some people daydream about their next career move. Me? I daydream about my next reincarnation. Because style isn’t just what you wear—it’s the role you choose to play in this lifetime (or the next). Here are a few lives I’ve tried on in my head like they’re hanging in a cosmic closet:
The Romantic Rockstar Girlfriend
Not the lead singer—never that predictable. She’s the one side-eyeing the crowd from backstage, leather jacket draped over lingerie, mascara smudged from dancing too close to the amps. She isn’t there to be adored, she’s there to be remembered. Think low-slung belts, vintage band tees that never quite smell like detergent, and lipstick stains on the microphone no one admits were hers.
The Divine Feminine Diva
She doesn’t enter a room, she parts the air. Every glance is a sermon, every walk is a procession. Silk gowns that cling like second skin, gold jewelry dripping like holy water, and a stare that tells you she’s seen empires rise and fall. She’s worshipped, yes—but never possessed. Her reincarnation would feel like a cosmic reset: a goddess who doesn’t ask for reverence, she demands it.
The 70s Flowerchild
Barefoot but not naïve. She believes in freedom, but she’ll fight you if you try to cage her. Loose cotton dresses, crochet bralettes, and flowers woven into messy hair that smells faintly of incense. She doesn’t post moodboards—she lives them. This version of me is less about rebellion and more about surrender—letting the world move through me like music at a festival that never ends.
The Edwardian Muse
The ghost haunting oil paintings in an abandoned gallery. High-neck lace blouses, corsetry that whispers rather than screams, skirts that sweep across marble floors. She writes letters no one will ever read, ink-stained hands hiding beneath satin gloves. Her rebellion is in restraint—refusing the modern world while quietly shaping it with her elegance.
The Yearning Witch
She’s not the hag in the woods; she’s the girl who owns the night. Velvet cloaks, dripping candle wax on the floorboards, rings stacked on every finger like talismans. Her rebellion is desire itself—the yearning, the spell-casting, the refusal to apologize for wanting more. She loves fiercely, dangerously, and in ways that will outlive her.
So, which reincarnation are you trying on?
The truth is, maybe we don’t have to wait for another life to live them out. Fashion is reincarnation in real time—every outfit a new role, every accessory a different lifetime. Whether you’re the rockstar’s girl or the witch at the edge of the woods, your closet is the altar.
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