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Gravity, hypocrisy and the perils of being in 3-D

If I can’t wear pants or leggings, I can wear dark colors. I’ve always liked wearing jewel tones because they compliment my skin color and are the next best thing to black. Fall means maroons and plums, and I am not hesitating to add them into my current summer wardrobe as a transition.









Dress: Hollister (similar)
Jacket: American Eagle
Flats: Target
Bag: Rebecca Minkoff
Necklace: American Eagle
Lips: Revlon Matte Balm in Sultry
Nails: Nicka K in Red Hot

This dress is an old favorite. I was so excited when I bought it because I had recently lost 70 pounds and had always dreamed of fitting into a Hollister dress, as sad as that sounds. My teenage brain was convinced that only skinny pretty girls shopped at stores like Hollister and Abercrombie & Fitch, but here I am.

Also, if there is a fan club for Revlon Matte Balms, sign me up. These things are heaven sent for lip-licking girls such as myself. “Sultry” is a muted deep rose and oh so creamy and pigmented. I need one in an eggplant shade. Get on it, Revlon.

Childhood habits

Like most kids, I made some questionable style choices that I thought looked so good at the time. From headbands that would fall down the back of my head and give the illusion of pigtails to undershirts with holes and safety pins in them, I was a hot mess.

To accommodate my prepubescent beer belly, I would only button one button on a shirt, right beneath my boobs. I thought this made me look skinny and laid back. You know, as all 12-year-old girls should want to look.










Surplus shirt: American Eagle
Lace Tank: American Eagle
Pants: J.Crew
Boots: Urban Outfitters (similar)
Bag: Forever 21
Necklace: American Eagle
Ring: Modcloth

But here I am, two buttons done up. This basically means I’m an adult now.

Both the tank and shirt are super thin and light, so they paired well with a thick pair of legging pants and booties. As long as the upper half of my body is cool, I don’t have the urge to dump a cooler full of ice on myself and cry in a swimming pool. I hate summer.