They are everywhere. Around us and above all within us, so deeply rooted that we don't even know about them. They make life black-and-white and needlessly complicated. Not tracksuits, but prejudices 
They are a norm that dictates what is "normal" and what is not. They arise as a kind of "lack of freedom" of opinion when we start unconsciously adopting the views of others, of those close to us, the media, society or personal authorities. We have our whole lives for it, so we gradually become masters of prejudice. Do you know how to tell that you have them? Simply. They are, for example, the main source of distrust towards strangers or situations.
...I come across this every day. Whether it's because of blogging, when I constantly defend the fact that I "put on display" my own child, my life, my husband and listen to catastrophic scenarios of everything that could happen, or when my work as a fashion stylist is judged, which seems to some people inappropriate for a doctoral education. I don't know what people base it on, but again, it is only prejudice. Since I try above all to be HAPPY, I follow only myself. And so recently I did my hair in two inappropriate pigtails, dressed the whole family in tracksuits, grabbed a scooter and off we went to check out the renovated Old Bridge, which was just being opened..what do you say, did we match it?
Mirka: Light blue jeans and handbag: Reserved, Black jumper and sunglasses: Zara, Trainers: Adidas by Rita Ora
Matias: Black-grey joggers, hat and waistcoat: Mirau, Bodysuit: H&M, Sunglasses: Lindex, Blue leather trainers with Velcro: Little Blue Lamb, scooter: Puki
Martin: Tracksuit set: Nebbia, Sunglasses: Ray-Ban, Trainers: Reserved
photo: Matúš Hybben
