Most girls population would really kill to walk in killer high heels, showing their legs, looking sexy and confident as ever. I’m not one of those girls. Growing up, I tried my best to walk in those godly creations that girls my age preach, but me being me, I stand for myself and let my friends walk on their heels while I’m just as confident in my sneakers and boots. I can’t even do kitten heels. Can you imagine ? Heels are my nemesis, they kill me. It doesn’t matter that they make your butts look rounder and tighter, I think I’ll pass. I always feel like a baby giraffe, wobbling, learning how to walk. And guess what ? When zombie invasion happens, good luck running in heels. Haha. I’m not saying I’m loathing girls who walk in heels, God forbid, no. I highly respect everybody who can walk in heels. It’s pretty damn hard. I’m just saying : I’m a sneakers freak lady and boots believer ( I can do chunky heeled boots, tho – yay me LOL )
Flat laying my lunch which consists of frothy long black on extra ice and sirloin with a bit of greens and a sunny side up egg. I know, weird combination. Well, I’m quirky and I’m proud of it.
So yeah, this is me, rocking a patterned Topshop dress with little Furla sling bag in mustard and my ultimate worn out Converse All Stars sneakers. Cheers and cuddles, x.