Since I'm still new at this I'd like to share more about myself. Here are my philosophies on..
Fashion: It doesn't matter where you shop or how much you spend. What matters is how you wear what you find. Sure, we all drool over the pages of Vogue. I'd be lying if I told you I wouldn't trade in all my worn in pairs of Toms and Nine West outlet sandals for a pair of Louboutins, but unless I'm willing to marry for money (and then divorce, obviously..) or sell my soul to the devil (not a terrible idea, except my father can't even sit through 'the exorcist' and I wouldn't want to lose him) I'm pretty much shit outta luck. So for the time being I'm going to take my clearance shoes and make the most fabulous outfits possible. You can too. The fun of fashion is that there are no boundaries. So here's my advice, go to Barneys just to search through the clearance racks and find the hidden treasures. Take the dress that was overlooked by every Gucci wearing bitch (no offense Gucci wearers, I worship you) and piece it together with all of your other lucky finds to make an outfit that will make them fall head over their Jimmy Choo heels.
Life: Do what makes you happy, and don't take no for an answer.
Love: Love yourself, it's the greatest love affair you will ever have. Love yourself enough to follow your dreams. Love yourself enough to not settle for anything less than you deserve. Love yourself enough to laugh at your mistakes. Love yourself enough to ask for help. Love yourself enough to let someone else love you.
Family: I'll let you in on a little secret, families are pretty much always f'ed up. Mine is. Each and every one of us is a complete lunatic. But I wouldn't love them the way that I do if they were normal, where's the fun in that? Besides, nothing gets my creative juices flowing quite like a rant from my father about the bitch who sold him the chantilly cream cake instead of the double chocolate cake (which he would end up loving enough to eat for breakfast for days to come, by the way).
Friends: My best friend might as well be my boyfriend. She knows more about me than any boy ever will. Except she's better than a boyfriend. I can tell her to go change when she looks like a moron or a high class hooker, and she can tell me when to slow down on the lemon girl scout cookies before I turn into Kirstie Alley pre weight watchers.. all without tears or some sad sob story about how we just want to be accepted for who we are.
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