I Feel Pretty…
Do you like my new picture? It’s all sketchy ‘n’ stuff. Anyway, that’s not what this entry’s about - or I suppose that’s part of it. Anyway, I went shopping with ‘Meg’ yesterday - I really needed a distraction, and Meg’s always great for a distraction. She’s lots of fun to hang out with. She’s also really good with style. See, I’ve dressed like a sixteen-year-old since I was … well … sixteen. I never really grew out of that style. But recently I’ve wanted to look a little more grown up. A little more, dare I say, sexy.
It’s annoying that it’s such a thin line between sexy and whorey. (Is ‘whorey’ a word? I dunno. Probably not.) I’m toeing the line pretty close, but I don’t think I’m crossing it - yet. My mom’s so funny - she refuses to say I look like a whore in a certain outfit. She just goes (and it makes more sense to hear it) ‘You look a little … hmmm … ‘ That’s the closest I can get to the noise she makes. It’s hilarious if you’re there to see the look on her face.
Anyway, the sketch is of me wearing one of the shirts Meg gave me, and then I bought four new ones yesterday, one of which I’m wearing now. Meg pretty much picked them all out, because I always get nervous when treading the aforementioned line. Plus, she’s hardly much older than me but she’s got a way more grown-up sense of taste, and I need to work on that. Plus, the awesome person that she is, she helped me with my makeup this morning, so right now I’m feeling absolutely gorgeous! It’s nice getting a makeover once in a while. Basically all I’ve been wearing up until now was coverup and maybe some lip gloss. So yeah, I’m feeling great, ready to face the world and get some attention, dammit! Wish me luck.
