I have no fashion sense. Maybe because fashion sense always demand me to spend money more. My mom always told me that she's better than me when it comes to dressing. Dad's choice sometimes is too fancy for my moderate style. While Polar Bear called my fashion sense odd when I pointed at one dress once.
Well, I'm actually more comfortable to come up with jeans and T, but sometimes it doesn't suit the occasions that I attend. I'm still looking for myself, something that is ME, presentable but doesn't require much spending; which I've understood long ago difficult to find.
Maybe that's one of the reasons I can't wait to make my own money. So I can come up with something that is me, without feeling guilty to be a spendthrift daughter, without worrying what people think about me if I were to wear this or that dress. I don't mind trying something new, although some may perceive it a total disaster. It's all about confidence, I say. And this probably can boost up my confidence. I look up at those who are daring enough in expressing themselves. Well, people called Lady Gaga and Katy Perry queer once, and now they set the trend.
Being an adult is not easy. Sometimes I wish I were still a baby, do whatever you want to do, be it crying or laughing, people still find it adorable. Sigh.
-Miss B-
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