So, I got dressed feeling half way descent until the BF in a very dejected, dare I say disappointed tone asked if I was going to wear those shoes again.
After I picked up what was left of my self esteem, I managed to muster up my most hateful side-eye, in lieu of the neck chop that I should've doled out in light of such an implicit criticism.
Now, I understand that as the photographer he may want a little variety, especially when truth be told, he would much rather spend his time scratching than watching me do a bad impersonation of a supermodel.
I get it. Certainly the variety would at best distract from my forced smiles and the awkward poses. However, after all this time, I thought he would be used to my predilection to re-work and re-wear my favorite pieces.
Besides, if my repetition offends, he can always resort to donations of the monetary kind. That would certainly guarantee a few more pieces in the rotation.
Enjoy your weekend! Thanks for dropping by<3
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