“Much like my new-found addiction to Empire and Skinny Cow Snickerdoodle ice cream sandwiches, my obsession with monstrous holes cut out of my skinny jeans is evident.”
It’s no secret that I love a good ol’ denim shirt, like this one by Mavi. What’s better than that? Not wearing a bra. Over the course of my brassiere-wearing life, it was assumed that it was a necessary item that I absolutely must wear every single day. Little did I know that those who are less inclined in the chest region don’t really need to wear a boulder holder to operate. This news is amaze balls to me. While it’s evident that I love wandering around bra-less throughout the streets of Miami (it’s not as bad as it sounds), there’s something I love even more…ripped denim jeans.
Much like my new-found addiction to Empire and Skinny Cow Snickerdoodle ice cream sandwiches, my obsession with monstrous holes cut out of my skinny jeans is evident. Despite multiple people inquiring about whether or not I purchased them that way or not, I rock them with no shame. You better werk. I’m also quite the sucker for a completely monochromatic look (see exhibit A-F from all previous blog posts).
“I love these faux leather pants because they don’t give off the gruesome leather camel toe that often comes with sporting such an item of clothing.”
“Interestingly, I love power dressing