12/01/2015

j style//wearing & caring

Remember when I stressed about what Bailey wore? When I cared? Ha! No longer. I think it hit me when I realised that I wear whatever I want and I don't give a damn. So why should B. be any different? If I'm allowed to be a twenty-eight year old with a milk carton bag my 4 year old should certainly be allowed to be as carefree in dress even if I think scrunchies are ludicrous. 

The things is, I wear what I want, when I want it because that is how I feel free. Sandals with say what? on them and bloody dinosaur spangly sunglasses -- that is me.

I like polka dot dresses and ridiculous accessories and when I hop on asos I search for "bunny" and "cat" before anything else. I don't know if mum's are "supposed" to wear button up dresses with cleavage and bra showing. I don't know what people think of me and I don't care. 

When it comes to wearing, stop caring. Wear what you want. Tights as pants. Scrunchies. Whatever. As long as it makes you happy.

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be nice. unless you can be cake and then always be cake.