[Vintage patched leather backpack, via Nasty Gal]

When I was nine, I had this black leather backpack that I carried everywhere. It had chunky silver zippers and a corny metal clip that worked like a carabiner. I carried that backpack for three whole years until those fugly neon Esprit tote bags came into vogue for silly little girls who didn’t know better. And of course I was one of them. I stopped carrying my backpack and spent my allowance on three of them darned totes (black, striped and hot pink) and the Spice Girls CD or something.

I certainly know better now.

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