Two friends and I went down to a workshop to learn more about a graffiti competition. When we stepped into the room, one teenage boy exclaimed quite loudly, “Whoa.”
Lololol what an entrance XDD
I suppose we were a weird combination- a chilled out dude who could probably trump bouncers in size, a quiet boy with a different dress sense, and a girl with patterned legs. Also, we were perhaps at least six years older than ninety percent of the people who attended the workshop.
Black tube top // Mugigae
Grey floral scoop tee // AE
Black shorts // bYSI
Black argyle leggings // gift (London)
Black shoes // gift (Cotton On)
Omg you can see my ribs.
And I suppose my legs are pretty plump, so that’s good because I’m not skin and bones everywhere :P
Once I met a friend of a friend. That friend later on took our mutual friend aside and asked her if I was eating. Well it’s understandable that she thought that considering how I’m pretty much all skin and bones, but this and people force-feeding me more than is acceptable isn’t really helping my self-image hahaha!
Actually The Boy doesn’t like it when I point out my flaws. I like to make fun of myself because it’s more fun than making fun of other people (you never know who might take things seriously and blow up). But I try to explain that talking about your flaws and being satisfied with your lot can be mutually exclusive stuff… or can’t it?
p.s. btw we won third prize in the competition! I wore the same outfit sans leggings, so this is probably my get messy outfit XD
