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Something you may not know about me: I've long believed deeply in the apparent fact that I cannot wear hats. I have kind of a weird, big head. I'm not sure I have a hat "face." Hats that look awesome on other people look like misplaced kettle toppers on me. Plus, some hats have developed a deeply douche-y association. And my god, do I not want to be considered a douche by anybody.
But then... I kept seeing photos of Meghan Markle in this amazing fedora-style hat. She looked cool, and happy, and so stylish. And I wanted to be cool, and happy, and stylish. But, you know... I don't have a hat head. And people might think I looked dumb in a hat that I couldn't really pull off.
So what could I do? The hatlessness, sadly, continued.
But then I was at H&M a couple of weeks ago, and there I saw it: the perfect summer hat. (It wasn't Markle's, unfortunately, which has long been sold out and is probably going for hundreds on the black market.) It was this one, similar to hers, straw, a mix of fedora and a Panama hat, with a black ribbon band. It fit my large head. It looked... kind of cool? Maybe not cool? Maybe I had tricked myself into thinking I looked cool?
I put it back and forth a few times while I browsed the jewelry racks, giving the hat side eye the whole time. Finally, I just bought it. It was $12. I would wear it out. I would WEAR A HAT, PEOPLE, BECAUSE I WANTED TO. And anybody who dared judged me, I would bear that out.
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