Ok guys so I’m gonna tell you a little story ok? Ok.
So a few weeks ago, a crazy mood overtook me. I was on Boohoo and I was feeling adventurous (always dangerous) and I kinda raided their website a bit (read: a lot) and well, I bought a maxi skirt. Now if you read my last post about my 7 year jean phobia (seriously) which you can find here, you’ll know I kinda don’t get on with my curves very much. I mean I love them on other people but on me, not so much. I really don’t want a Kim K booty and I feel a little out of proportion so I avoid maxi skirts like the plague. This one however, I bought. It arrived, I tried it on, I hated it. I hid it in the corner of my room for a day hoping it would go away. It didn’t. I tried it on again, and showed Mum. She loved it, I still hated it. Then I had a brainwave, I’d keep it and use it as an incentive to tone up my bum. Thrilled with this thought (and too lazy to bother filling in the form to send it back) I hung it up in my wardrobe and tried to forget about it.
Then last weekend, needing a dose of ‘FUCK THE WORLD’ I decided to wear it. Throwing it on with a pair of heels and a crop top, I strutted up to my new favourite location to shoot and OH MY GOD I FELT SASSY AS HELL. Seriously, I felt like I could take on the world. Sure, I still don’t love my curves, but I kinda feel they probably look more obnoxious in the mirror and in pictures than they actually do face to face, and since I’m too lazy and addicted to give up chocolate and sugar and right now exercise is the least important thing in my head, they’re probably here to stay for a while. So I better get used to them, embrace them and learn to bloody love them (while also learning how to dress them.)
So basically, in a nutshell, I love this skirt. I love this outfit. I felt confident and stylish and a little bit sexy and basically wanted to strut my stuff all day in it. I WILL NOT BE TAMED.
| Crop: Boohoo | Maxi Skirt: Boohoo | Beanie: River Island | Shoes: Topshop | Jewellery: River Island |