Storm Girl

When I finished grade 7 my teacher gave me a book called Storm Boy. Wait, maybe it was Storm Girl. Whatever. The point is, she wrote inside the cover: "Dear Selise, maybe this will keep you quiet over the holidays."

Gosh, thanks Ms Travers. Way to be one of those nice, supportive, encouraging teachers I've heard so much about.

I didn't deserve that. I was never a bad kid. Seriously, I never skipped school, didn't smoke behind the shed. The very image of an angel.

I stole a sign from a train station once. I was in my final week of high school and thought I should do SOMETHING bad in my teenage years. So a friend and I took it down and hid it in her wardrobe. I was so paralysed with guilt and anxiety that night, I had to call and beg her to put it back. 

Yup. A regular bad ass.

Dress: Cotton On

Earrings: Store in Melbourne

Necklaces: Was Mum's and Dangerfield

Shoes: Thrifted

Scarf: David Jones

Bag: The Fashion Station