This post title is after one of my
favorite old country songs. I have many a'memories singing along and struttin' my stuff (on the porch) to this jam when I was just a little tyke. (Why do I think you did the same thing,
Amber?)
So, on rare occasion when I slip into a pair of blue jeans, you can bet this song is playing in my head, making my ensemble go -again,
in my head- from casual to "Hey, hey, sexy betch coming through." haha Ohhh.
Shirt: Urban Outfitters// Jeggings: American Eagle// Seychelles Clue Heel: Endless// Satchel: Thrifted// Beanie: old
the smelling-my-pits pose
About this
extreme close up: I told Mikey I wanted a head shot [at a distance]; he took this face/headless shot. I was like "noooo" when I looked at the picture. I hate closeups. Why? Because I get self conscious about my bad, oily skin, huge pores
and I don't have photoshop. Buuut I looked at it again and was like, "Screw it. I'm happy, healthy, I love my smile (even though I have a little lipstick on my teeth!), and bad skin or not, I love me. All of me." There's enough people in the world (usually hiding behind their computer screens) being so harshly critical of one another...why do it to yourself?!
Confidence feels good, but I will forever battle with just enough shyness to keep me on my toes :)
I hope you ladies are having a fabulous week...and smiling beautifully through it! xo <3
