Yas, Dahling

I’ve never been one to give much of a crap about what anyone thinks of me. I’ve got my reasons, but they’re all in the past, and I wanted to at least dedicate this week to moving forward in life and not rely on reminiscing quite so much.

From what I can tell, you will make friends and lose friends based on your clothes alone, and no, I’m not being sarcastic. I’ve been in bands that wanted me to dress a certain way, and when I refuse, it’s out the door with my sorry patoot. I’ve only ever been to one club swanky enough to require being looked up and down, thoroughly judged on outward appearances alone, and allowed entrance if I passed the test. I did because I’m a heckin babe when I want to be, and I made a friend while there. It’s only because I wore the right thing that I even got in to meet that friend.

But the rest of the time, I don’t care if people like the way I look or not. I wear tall, funny-looking socks to work every day #1: to differentiate from the other earth-toned, khaki-clad engineers and #2: to keep my own personal insanity. Funny enough, even when people see them, it’s rare that I get mocked, ridiculed, or the like. I always get a “nice socks” and a chuckle. I don’t care if it’s sarcasm. I will take a compliment however it comes.

There is only one style that I do require out of my friends, otherwise I will kick them to the curb. Their heart has to be clad in honesty and love, and if it is, I think they’re pretty chill cats. Sounds super cheesy, eh? Yup, that’s the way I roll.

You see, a heart that is clad in honesty and love is like a tree in autumn. It’s red with flecks of gold and makes you grin from ear to ear, even if you’re not prepared for it. Those people almost always have eyes that seem to glow, and a smirk, at the very least. The hardest part is that it’s the beautiful things that are the most vulnerable to harsh winds, chilling temperatures, and shaken branches, if you catch my drift. That’s why I try to surround myself with like-hearts, because they’re just as good at giving the love as they are at receiving it, and they require some adoration in order to keep their beauty from falling off and littering the ground. Sometimes, they’re stripped bare, and it takes an age and a half to regrow that confidence, allow it to mature, strengthen, and feed them, and watch the confidence turn back into honesty and love so it can be on display to lighten other’s hearts around them.

I love love, and I love honesty, because when those work together, they make some of the most beautiful people in the world. Here’s a fairly good representation of the hearts I’ve been describing. You literally cannot tell me it’s not stylish, and furthermore, gorgeous:

Blushing Tree


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  1. I was this wreckage at dressing, telling meself, “whosoever wants to love me should love my inner self and not the outer looks” until one day some one already close, told me that it’s like an advertisement to your soul, your content, your habits, your innerself, your realself. Keep the outer and the inner matching to prevent any confusion. Eversince, I dress up well without hurting my innerself’s ego and without making it feel insecure 😀

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    1. There’s definitely a balance. But to be cliché, “those who care don’t matter, and those who matter don’t care.” I also like to dress well, but on the days I don’t want to try so hard, I walk out of the house in pajama pants and slippers without a second thought.


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