This outfit couldn’t have come at a more perfect time, what with the whole O Magazine body shaming snafu. And from a man? Seriously, editors? You thought it might be a good idea to let someone tell us what NOT to wear AND that someone should have a dick, too? GIRL BYE.
I have come a long way in forgiving my FUPA. My pooch. My skirt steak. It’s there. You can see it. I can see it. Hopefully we can both kindly take a seat on the No Fucks train. If you can’t come along for the ride, hey, that just means more room for my purse.
BTW, this was a totally inspired outfit. I saw a hair stylist at my salon rock a peplum crop and boyfriend jeans and I was instantly obsessed. It is the closest to 90s retro you can get without having to incorporate a giant, ugly black belt or a velvet choker.
Besides, who needs a stupid choker when you have a beauty like this! I’m still getting a lot of mileage out of my INPINK necklace.