I’ve never been one to chase labels or obsess over logos. You could call me a plain Jane—and I wear that badge with pride. When it comes to fashion, I keep it simple. My go-to gym shoes? New Balance. That’s non-negotiable. Comfort is king, and New Balance has never let me down. I’m picky about my gym shoes because they carry me through the grind, and I need that support.
But outside of that? Name brands don’t move me. I’m not the type to get caught up in trends or designer hype. I wear what feels good, what works for me. No fuss, no frills.
Now, when it comes to cooking and groceries, that’s a different story. I’ve got my staples, and I don’t play around with off-brand substitutes. Prego for pasta sauce. Lays for chips. Pepsi for soda. Heinz for ketchup. Period. These are the flavors I grew up with, the ones that feel like home. I don’t need to think deep about it—it’s just what I know and love.
Brands don’t define me, but some have earned their place in my life. Not because they’re flashy, but because they’re consistent. Reliable. Familiar.
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