OMG I love to be humbled. 

It is one of my favourite things. 

Humbled in an internal way. 

I am the only one who knows. 

Nobody else has a clue. 

It is just me. 

I can be physically humbled. 

A guy or girl rides by me at an incredible speed.

Humbled. 

Admire. 

Applaud. 

The way I love to be humbled the most? 

Style. 

I love style. 

Personal style. 

Haha, I love to think I have a bit of it. 

I head out to do my thing. 

Groceries. 

Ride. 

Walk. 

Five minutes in, someone goes by me who puts my style to shame. 

Like they have it DOWN. 

I have seen everything they are wearing before. 

But I have not. 

The colours. 

The monochromatic. 

The layering. 

The lack of layering. 

EVERYTHING 

Head to toe. 

Girl or guy. 

I have never seen it worn this way before. 

The way they carry themselves. 

It is so admirable. 

It should be acknowledged. 

I will the odd time. 

If the situation arises. 

Like at a table next to you. 

In line. 

‘Your look is fantastic.’ 

Simple, and leave it at that. 

Let them know that what they are doing is being done really well. 

Not that my take should mean anything to them. 

Just that some stranger admired it. 

That’s all. 

I mean, who does not like a compliment thrown their way? 

There was this guy I saw the other day. 

I spotted him from way back on one of my rides. 

I hoped the light would change to red. 

It did. 

We were side by side. 

I looked at him and simply nodded my head in admiration. 

He got it and got a chuckle out of it. 

I rode on. 

I rode on thinking about something. 

Thinking of the wonderful way, I was just ‘humbled.’ 

Thinking about how to infuse what I admired in his style into mine. 

I am not sure how you properly define ‘personal style.’ 

I am not sure how personal style develops. 

But there is one way I know how it happens. 

‘Being humbled.’ 

Insert emoji with halo here. 

‘Wear it OUT’