Consumed With Self > Mindless Consumerism
I don’t have to waste my time and money creating commonalities with other women over surface-type shit like nails, weave, lashes, and clothes. I truly dress, accessorize, and live for myself.
My appearance doesn’t serve as a walking billboard to attract superficial friendships. I am done wasting my time on the phone with vain women judging the physical appearances of others and calling this shit a relationship. I don’t care who doesn’t look put together; life is tough enough as it is, and how people choose to leave their homes to brave the world has nothing to do with me. Furthermore, I don’t care whose ass is flat, whose stomach could use some work, whose kids could use some dental work, whose sneakers look dirty, or whose man could use a haircut. None of this shit matters to me or elevates my life in any way.
The way I present myself in public has ostracized me from other women, and I have learned to make peace with the realities of being an individual instead of a follower. So no, I’m not a fan of the baddie aesthetic. I prefer vintage shops, thrift stores, and small boutiques over loud, crowded malls. I prefer to keep my nails short, neat, and unpainted as opposed to sporting long artificial claws because I cook the majority of my meals, I write for a living, and I lift weights; so it’s more convenient for my nails to be boring for the sake of…
