Blush and bashful.

Muh colors are blush and bashful. Oh Shelby from Steel Magnolias. One of my first style icons. And what is more dreamy than a big pink skirt like this little baby from Eloquii? I remember the first skirt I ever wore as an adult was pink because I figured if I was going to “woman” I was gonna go balls deep. But of course I wore that pink maxi skirt with a giant Marilyn Manson t-shirt but, you know. Baby steps.

So I know the sunglasses kinda ruin the whole princess act, just when I had it kicked into high gear with silver shoes and errythang. But I couldn’t wait to wear these since I worked so hard to find Fendi knockoffs on eBay for $13. Obsessed. Seriously considered digging up my hidden credit card to buy a real pair for $550. Seriously.

Also, yes that is my armpit hair in full glory. It’s a legit situation, guys. It is full grown and puts my husband’s to shame. I love it. You may have seen an article or two about how hairy female armpits are officially a trend. Way to miss the point entirely, Internet. The trend is women realizing that the world doesn’t come to a grinding halt when they stop trying to meet certain visual expectations. It’s a small army of brave women daring to be different and then more women feeling safe enough to do it, too. It’s some of us waking up and realizing, “wait, my body my choice WAT OMG THAT’S AWESOME.” And that’s literally how it happened to me. It dawned on me that I always hated shaving my pits and that I actually like how hairy armpits look and POOF I am liberated from the bondage of Biq. Me and my Buckwheats are very happy together.