This isn't the first time I have worn it but it still blows my mind. When I FIRST put on the crop top I own, I was in work out pants that attractively went up to my belly button. I struggled with the concept of " you can't get this, no one wants to see you walk around like that..." For multiple reasons. One, I am pale. Rediculously pale. And chubby.
I wore it with high waisted shorts and white sneakers. Reflecting on it, it seems very nineties. I digress.
I wore it to Magic Kingdom for Peter's birthday and then again today after work to traipse around the Food and Wine Festival with Ilana. Both times started out as this self conscious, worried feeling. " No one wants to see this, you look rediculous, she's urging you, they're judging you." And then this confident, BAMF feeling seeps in of "they're looking because you look good, you feel great right now, you are a bad ass, you're midriff is great" ect.
It isn't something I want to do all the time, but it is something I am glad I started doing.
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