February 15, 2010
The most courageous act is still to think for yourself. Aloud.
Feminist mind of the simple kind. Like the wintering weather that slaps across your face during the February bitter moments of life. If you must venture out to seek new renditions of the possibilities, do it in style.
Someone once asked me why I always dress up. It's not vain, I don't seek to impress my peers or fish for compliments, I don't intend to attract the male folk. I believe in "self brand".
The way I choose to present myself should say a lot about who I am, what I value and if I respect life.
I enjoy this part of my day. Since fashion is self expression, observing others is one of my simple secret pleasures in life.
Fault or Strength I drive to know the core of someone, why they tick the way they do. I pry. I ask questions.
sometimes its welcomed and other times its forbidden.
Why is it that if I ask a question its the natural instinct to assume the defense mode because I am "attacking who you are"?
This baffles me. I simply ask, because I don't know.