Sometimes I feel like I should hold back a little on what I wear, just to save myself from people giving me looks. Like no mini skirts AND high heels in the middle of the day, even if that’s what I feel like doing. But people give me looks no matter what, so I don’t know why I even bother. But I do.
The other day I was taking my son to Elizabeth to get him sneakers. The weather was nice finally. I knew I was going to wear jeans and sandals. But even though these platform heels looked better with the whole outfit, I went with the 3″ slip-ons to seem a little more day-time.
A couple months ago, I was on a bad date in a sexy outfit. It was so bad that I didn’t even take my little jacket off. The place we were was way too low-key, and he was a little too drunk. Everybody was already looking hard as hell at us because he’s sexy and I’m me. But I wasn’t about to have my whole chest out for a dry ass night.
Looking back, both of those situations are dumb as hell. Bitch, wear the shoe that looks better and call it a day. And taking your chest out could have found you someone better at that same bar. Move from the table to the bar while he goes out to smoke! Call it a night.