At 17, my fashion sense is somewhere between 'early morning class' and 'red carpet ready'.
Cheers to 17 years of winging it and pretending I know the lyrics.
Officially 17 and legally allowed to...well, still not much, but feeling fabulous!
Seventeen and mastered the art of pretending to have my life together.
Dancing through life and pretending I have it all figured out at 17.
Just turned 17 and still waiting for my Hogwarts letter.