So finally put on my short shorts lol. These are the Sourpuss retro high waist in red. This past month has been a tad of a journey. Sooo since i bought them lost weight in my waist so next pair is a size smaller. Put on my Steady Clothing Sophia top underneath a Captain America Baseball Jersey. Got my suede red heels on which i actually danced in lol! I was totally commended on my first venture into doing that in public to these lol. I put on my Glamory Deluxe 20 Hold ups and holy moley they hold up sans garters! Check out the close up of the embroidery. Too beautiful, I'm a super lucky lady to rock these. Btw color theory be damned and feel the power of red and blue lol❤ this will be in the park later when the nice weather comes but had to polish myself off today and feel adorable. So with all this said i got plans. Art plans with a friend. Finishing things. Rocking my clothes.....but on a teeny bit of a serious note... I love doing this. This is something i adore and yet it holds a grain of sadness within it. I think it's hard for people to understand extremes. I came from a bullied childhood to now complimentary feedback with shades of sexuality within it. That's a little for me to take and process. I'm working on processing it all. I guess i wish some people would understand what that feels like. I'm just a miss trying to find a voice albeit dorky and polished pretty who had a rejection and anxiety riddled past like some of my art peers. I guess i touch on this because i question my m.o. I'm feeling my kindness and compassion has been a downfall for me lately. I want to bitch up but i can't....I'm not that person i guess. I would like to think kindness is always rewarded but lately it's kicked me in my ass. Moments like this i would be typing Merr and we'd gab our way through the rough stuff. Right now all i have is a pic of us and fights I'm fighting for myself. I know i can't compromise who i am and situations won't change me but the profound pain of the lesson is a hard one. I care too much. I love too much. I understand too much. I give too much. I'm getting back too little. I hope somewhere out there people i held care for are ok. I'm learning lessons. I'm trying to grow. Trying to understand.
So finally put on my short shorts lol. These are the Sourpuss retro high waist in red. This past month has been a tad of a journey. Sooo since i bought them lost weight in my waist so next pair is a size smaller. Put on my Steady Clothing Sophia top underneath a Captain America Baseball Jersey. Got my suede red heels on which i actually danced in lol! I was totally commended on my first venture into doing that in public to these lol. I put on my Glamory Deluxe 20 Hold ups and holy moley they hold up sans garters! Check out the close up of the embroidery. Too beautiful, I'm a super lucky lady to rock these. Btw color theory be damned and feel the power of red and blue lol❤ this will be in the park later when the nice weather comes but had to polish myself off today and feel adorable. So with all this said i got plans. Art plans with a friend. Finishing things. Rocking my clothes.....but on a teeny bit of a serious note... I love doing this. This is something i adore and yet it holds a grain of sadness within it. I think it's hard for people to understand extremes. I came from a bullied childhood to now complimentary feedback with shades of sexuality within it. That's a little for me to take and process. I'm working on processing it all. I guess i wish some people would understand what that feels like. I'm just a miss trying to find a voice albeit dorky and polished pretty who had a rejection and anxiety riddled past like some of my art peers. I guess i touch on this because i question my m.o. I'm feeling my kindness and compassion has been a downfall for me lately. I want to bitch up but i can't....I'm not that person i guess. I would like to think kindness is always rewarded but lately it's kicked me in my ass. Moments like this i would be typing Merr and we'd gab our way through the rough stuff. Right now all i have is a pic of us and fights I'm fighting for myself. I know i can't compromise who i am and situations won't change me but the profound pain of the lesson is a hard one. I care too much. I love too much. I understand too much. I give too much. I'm getting back too little. I hope somewhere out there people i held care for are ok. I'm learning lessons. I'm trying to grow. Trying to understand.
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