You know how it’s like, when you think you’re only going to be out for 5 minutes around the neighbourhood and therefore you put on your most comfortable clothes and shoes. Lets put it this way, some of us dress according to the distance and not situation. Well this 5 minutes for me, has extended to places like The Curve and 1U.
Friends who saw me alone basically didn’t think it’s me. Friends who saw me with my boyfriend think he’s going out with a bag lady. It’s gotten to an excruciating point where friends have to call me up to make sure it’s me 1st before saying hello just so they could avoid an awkward confrontation with my boyfriend and his new found “lady”. I swear I caught one of those what-the-fuck-are-you-wearing looks on their faces too.
I think I have succumbed to the curse of comfort. I’m so comfortable with boo now I have stopped dressing up for him. I’m so comfortable with myself that I don’t even bother dressing up for myself. My hair is unruly most of the time and I kept telling myself that’s cause I’m growing it out. Truth is, I just can’t be bothered. I don’t even diet or workout like I used to. I used to be anal and extreme about how I looked and now I’m just like…fuck it give me another serving of bakkuteh.
While I try to lead you to believe that I look like this most of the time:
This is the most unnerving thing ever for me to post. Truth is…this is how I look like most of the time:
The real me.