Today I passed up what I felt was such a good opportunity.. it’s time for me to get out of my comfort zone..
sometimes I want to dress like an anarchist punk in all black leather.
sometimes I want to dress like a pretentious hipster in plaid flannel and thrift store jeans.
sometimes I want to dress like a tiny Russian princess in lace and petticoats.
and nobody else but me is allowed to dictate how I choose to dress. (◕‿◕✿)
…………. I find this “African _______” bs oppressive