sleep eluded me last night, which means this morning i feel like a zombie. so i have a feeling this post will be riddled with mistakes (because no, i do not proofread my posts before i publish them) that i won't find until later when i'm so embarrassed that anyone saw. having said that, good morning! i decided to wear shorts the other day, and although i'm over those years of refusing to wear them no matter how hot it is, i still feel funny in them...
silk blouse: vintage, thrifted // shorts: i've had them for so long i can't remember // shoes: payless // ring: c/o oasap
i've never liked my thighs. side note: someone chris knows once cooked for his grandma and labeled each container saying what the food in it was. one container was labeled "CHICKEN THIGS" and ever since then, we've been saying thig instead of thigh. it makes things funnier, and it also makes it hard to type thigh then i'm thinking thig! anyway, i've always wanted skinny thighs, but genetics says otherwise, so although i no longer refuse to wear shorts, i still feel funny about my THIGS. wouldn't it be nice if we all loved and accepted all the parts of our body?
i don't usually wear tailored or masculine clothes as i'm a dress girl through and through, but i just felt like wearing something different. it probably won't happen often because i felt sort of masculine, but at least i didn't have to think about sitting ladylike.