i lost my lips
I lost my lips, or perhaps it's my voice I've lost, maybe it's the edge I used to carry with me on my tongue that's missing. I'm not that old, but when I was young I used to be [more] fun and dare I say controversial; a true risk taker in both life and fashion. My bangs were bright red, like Manic Panic red, my Adidas were shell toed, and my lipstick had specs of glitter in it.
My words were sharp, my thoughts were original and I never met a pen or pencil I couldn't write or right my world with. Now it seems I've become bleached, politically correct and maybe even a shade of corporate, a proper gentlewoman who's never late, never out of line and chases her dreams with a maddening passion.
These thigh high socks remind me of who I used to be; a girl who gave zero fucks, threw caution to every wind and took risks like they were going out of style. I miss her, and I feel like I'm in a place in my life where the old me and the new me can live inside me all at once. I'm ready to be a prim and proper, little black dress wearing, bold lipstick wearing, handkerchief carrying (no really there's aways one in my purse), thigh high sock wearing, risk taking, go after what I want kind of badass mofo. Are you?
P.S. These are the softest little socks!
P.S.S. Use my MinxNY AMY10 discount code at check out!