practice outfits, trying to figure out wtf to wear to my dad’s wedding.
I’m pretty set on the shirt, my hair will be a lavender-to-white ombre to match.
I haven’t decided between dress pants or a skirt. And accessories are still up in the air. Thinking about purchasing or making some collar pins, but I’m not sure yet.
YUS. I love the flower pins, I need some!
I think most women know that attitude is everything when it comes to sexy. Belly fat held no appeal to me whatsoever when I was a teenager, but by my mid-twenties I’d turned the corner on that point. There was something to a man having some weight on him if he were going to be at all up to throwing it around, as I saw it… and most of the men I fancied tended to do that. Pitied in fitness magazines and the butt of so many Hollywood movie gags… belly fat, in my mind, held its own tacit countercultural standard; with the right swagger, it was its own brand of hot.An unapologetic gut is very… gutsy, if you will. It’s take-it-or-leave-it; it isn’t trying too hard. And it subtly implies that this is a man with priorities that have nothing at all to do with some external standards, Greek gods or no Greek gods. The man makes the abs, but the abs will never make the man. It works for me. What, may I ask, is sexier than swagger?