I had to go “grown up” shopping today and have come to the conclusion that I detest growing up. This week I’ll be flying to Indianapolis, IN for the NCAA Career in Sports Forum, which will be incredibly exciting, but uncomfortable. I’m an athlete through and through and anytime that I’m out of my signature shorts and t-shirt look, I’m quite discombobulated. I was informed that I’d have to wear business attire this week, and seeing as I had ZERO. ZIP. ZILCH. clothes that fit that category, I did as any other girl would do and went shopping, of course! Never have I felt more uncomfortable in my life than I have in pants and a matching jacket. I think I’d rather wear cleats that were two sizes too small than wear that uncomfortable combo. I looked incredibly awkward with my soccer thighs and water polo shoulders, so I opted for some cute dress and skirt outfits that didn’t highlight the gigantic muscles that I prize so much. Although I thought I looked somewhat better in dresses than pants, my sister very nicely informed that I look like a grandma in my new digs – exactly the look I was going for! Going into the working world will be a rough transition for me, I’m hoping employers will value comfort over fashion just like I do.

Dressing for the part

Don’t know if this is the look for me

Although there are a ton of perks that come along with aging (namely being freedom), getting older quite simply stinks. It seems like yesterday when I was in middle school, wishing that I could tap my cleats together three times and I’d magically be in the adult world – I was thirteen going on thirty. Now I’m nineteen going on never.

Jam of the Day: Never Grow Up by Taylor Swift