here comes my BABY
“that’s not LOLITA,” someone would say, “she’s not wearing a PETTICOAT and her TIGHTS HAVE HOLES and she’s FAT and i HATE HER and i will ANONYMOUSLY FIND OUT HER ADDRESS and INFORM HER WORKPLACE SHE’S A SLUT.”
5 years ago that would bother me. Or I’d be the one saying it, probably.
Surely, dressing yourself without the help of rules and guidelines and a bunch of screaming internet girls is a loathsome task, but these days I am (questionably) managing.
Actually, when I got home I kind of hated this outfit. I wondered if perhaps I had walked around looking like a fucking mess all day and because everyone perceives me as always being a fucking mess no one bothered to tell me.
SMILE AND NO ONE WILL NOTICE
dress: BABY THE STARS SHINE BRIGHT. this dress has been through a LOT
belt: crappy mall Body Central
shoes: Jeffrey Campbell
no petticoat this time!
my favorite compliments to receive:
-I can’t wait to see what you’re gonna wear all the time!
-your face looks vintage (WHAT)
-you look like amanda seyfried/christina ricci/any total hottie that i don’t actually look like but i am totally ok with reminding people of
-you sang the ass out of that hall & oates song
-i like your face (said by some guy at a costume party off his face on E or something)
-”your hair looks like a lisa frank sunset”
least favorite compliments to receive:
-”congratulations on not wearing your weight around your neck”
-you look like (person who is famous for being fat but doesn’t look like me)
-you look comfortable
-”that’s so different!”
-”the one on the right looks like a dude but if it’s not i’d totally fuck it”
-things that are observations but not compliments: “so many colors”, etc