Who I Want to be at 28

 Turning 28 feels different. It’s not just another birthday—it feels like stepping into a doorway, a threshold between who I’ve been in my 20s and who I’m becoming. I still have the lightness and playfulness of being young, but there’s also this pull toward refinement, growth, and creating the kind of woman I want to carry with me into my 30s and beyond.

This year, I want to finish my degree—and then start on another. Education has always felt like one of the most powerful investments I can make in myself, and I want to keep challenging my mind, pushing myself further than I thought I could go. Alongside that, I want to spend the year reading so many books, the kind I’ll underline, annotate, and revisit. Words have always shaped me, and I want 28 to be a year where I let them keep molding me into something sharper, fuller, wiser.

Of course, becoming who I want to be also means refining the way I present myself. I want to completely reimagine my wardrobe this year, curating pieces that feel timeless and classy without tipping into “old lady.” I’m 28, not 30 just yet, and there’s still joy in fun, feminine, playful clothes. But being 4’11 means walking a fine line—I never want to look childish, just chic. My goal is to find that balance: clothes that make me feel confident, grown, but still uniquely me.

And then there are the signature touches, the details that give a woman her quiet power. This year, I want to find my signature perfume. The scent that always makes people think of me. I want to carry a designer lipstick in my bag, something a little luxurious and special, a reminder that I’m worth the indulgence. I want to commit to a hair color, whether it’s embracing my natural dark brown or finding the shade that feels like mine forever. These things might seem small, but they’re the details that build identity.

I also want this year to be about experiences, not just things. Museums, little trips, concerts, quiet afternoons in a café with a book. I want to curate not only a wardrobe and a library, but a life that feels intentional—one where my space, my routines, and my choices reflect the woman I’m growing into.

Even though I’d love to grow thousands of followers online, I know that what matters isn’t the number—it’s the connection. I want to share more of myself through fashion, writing, and little glimpses of daily life, and I want the people who follow along to feel like they’re truly part of my journey.

At 28, I don’t want to “arrive.” I want to become. This is the year I refine, the year I choose the pieces of myself that will last, the year I stop waiting for some faraway milestone to define me and instead decide for myself who I want to be. Here’s to 28, a year of growth, elegance, and a little bit of magic.