If my sense of style were a milkshake.

If my sense of style were a dog, 

it would be this one: 

source 1, source 2

Simultaneously frumpy and luxurious. 

And if it were a piece of candy, 

it would be this: 

source

Seemingly simple, 

but with a surprisingly satisfying twist. 

If my sense of style were a scene in nature,

it would resemble one of the below: 

source 1,  source 2, source 3

Basic colors with

insane textures. 

And if it were a personal journal it would be this one: 

source

Elementally basic, but obnoxiously packaged. 

If my sense of style were a city street,

it would look like this: 

source

Busy but peaceful, 

vintage but modern

And if it were a milkshake, 

it would be something like so: 

source

Comforting flavors in unexpected iterations. 

If my sense of style were anything more than a sartorial representation of my inner self, it would be seen as a "like", or a "hobby" or an adorable little quirk. 

But in its current manifestation, it raises concerns about my narcissism, my vanity and my shallowness of thought, in a way that no milkshake infatuation ever would. 

It's interesting. 

Cheers.