I wore a halter top to work today because I am classy as fuck.
But at least I can wear halters, because I don’t have man shoulders.
My pores are huge, but my hairline isn’t weird and my nail beds don’t suck, and I think my breath is OK in the morning. (I mean, obviously it’s not ideal, but no one’s ever run away or anything.)
So I think I’m orbiting the plus column today, appearance-criticism-wise.
P.S. Oh, and it’s Friday, so I’m wearing jeans, of course. It’s not like I’d wear the ugliest effing skirt you’d ever seen. I didn’t even buy that skirt; my friends weren’t around to ask if it looked good on me.
P.P.S. I’m not wearing hoop earrings, either—she told me those were her thing.