Don’t judge… Continue reading Ravings Twelve: Cinchers
I can’t just get what I want from the rack. I have to want what flows and disguises; what hides and diverts.
Too bad my so-called smallest part isn’t that small. Does it have any effect at all? Continue reading Ravings Ten: Smallest Part
screw him… or her… Continue reading Ravings Eight: Hourglass
always a-line…. I’m sick and tired… Continue reading Ravings Eight: A-Line
I have no choice but to be a trickster Continue reading Ravings Seven: Black Tulle
It’s just that, sometimes, the more the fabric, the more the expenses.
Anything extra costs extra. Continue reading Coverage
I don’t want to wear the same style over and over… Continue reading Ravings Five: Bell
I bet he will choose her over me;she’s lighter than me.
Men tend to go for the girl they can easily carry. The lighter; the better, it seems.
It boosts their manly ego. Continue reading “Men’s Choice”
I’ll probably stay at the bottom of the pyramid.
I’ll never be a flyer or the one on top of the pyramid.
It’s always like this anyway. Nothing new here…
Unless I dance in the moon… Continue reading “Base”
When I bought these jeans, they fit perfectly.
How come I cannot get into them anymore?
What in the world is this? A muffin top? Ugh!!! Continue reading “Extra Rolls”