I have a confession to make. I’m a slob, the princess of boyfriend jeans, bed head, and baggy cardigans. Most days I don’t brush my hair or paint up my face. These vintage levis go with me everywhere, and my Repettos beat up by the hundreds of kilometers they have tread since I made them mine. My nails are chipped and I have holes in my socks. This is just me most days being a real girl.