Do you ever wonder just how many identities you have inside at any given point?
I don't. I've simply stopped counting.
While life is never dull when you're me, it's always fun when one of the identities flexes its muscles and demands more time.
For me, right now, that persona requires heels, tight skirts, lipstick, and whatever chic can come of that.
Don't judge me.
And please don't pull the dime store psych analysis routine that renders the 'ah, she's simply compensating with her apparel because she's feeling out of control with life right now, what with all the turmoil that's happening' conclusion.
Because while there may be merit to that analysis, I really like wearing heels and skirts and lipstick, and maybe it's time I did that on a more regular basis.
I don't. I've simply stopped counting.
While life is never dull when you're me, it's always fun when one of the identities flexes its muscles and demands more time.
For me, right now, that persona requires heels, tight skirts, lipstick, and whatever chic can come of that.
Don't judge me.
And please don't pull the dime store psych analysis routine that renders the 'ah, she's simply compensating with her apparel because she's feeling out of control with life right now, what with all the turmoil that's happening' conclusion.
Because while there may be merit to that analysis, I really like wearing heels and skirts and lipstick, and maybe it's time I did that on a more regular basis.
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