I love fashion but........

I am so damn lazy. In my mind, I swear I could put to shame any fashionista. I realized after talking to quite a few self-proclaimed "fashionable" people and "models" (speaking of models, why is it that every damn black girl wants to be a god damn model? EVERYBODY, short, tall, fat, small..... the new cool and sexy aspiration du jour is "model". Never mind, never being signed to real agency or doing any real, paying. meaningful work or even knowing who the big names, designers, and trends are; you're a MODELLLLLLLLL! *insert eye roll*. I'm not trying to be mean and no i'm not hating, I just don't understand trying so hard to be something, that in most cases, you know nothing about?!........Oops, I went off, back to the regularly scheduled subject matter.)

So anyway, I realized that I'm kinda damn good at this fashion thing. I love designers like DSquared, Gucci, Marciano, Marc Jacobs, Rachel Roy, Rosa Cha and ROBERTO CAVALLI!!!! I love Cavalli. Every collection I see, I swoon over the colours (yes colour has a U in it!), the fabrics, the sexiness that oozes from the clothes without being too much *flicks lighter in honour*. The price however, I don't like. I don't care if I were to marry Barack Obama (sorry Michelle), I cannot justify spending 3,450 on a pair of pants. That to me, is crazy. I swear if I was rich, I'd be the cheapest, richest mofo in the world. Still calculating the percentage off of stuff and rubbing the bills between my fingers to make sure it's not more than one before I give it up. Unless that pair of pants that amounts to what some bring home in a month, can do my taxes, wax my legs and cook me a meal, I refuse to buy it. Sigh**

In reality, as much as I love fashion, I like comfort. The clothes look so damn pretty, but in all honesty, ladies, ya'll know that shit ain't comfortable. I see gorgeous shoes with a peep toe and six inch heel and automatically start to envision what I could put it with and as I try to walk around the store in the shoe and be cute, I feel bunions and corns bursting through my skin and I take them off. I never understood, why women LIE in the name of cuteness to rock shoes that they know damn well are burning the life out of their feet before they get home from said destination. I have seen some women rock the hell out of some heels, but GOTDAMMIT u know ur feet are burning and the "my feet are burning but I'm fierce face" is NOT the business. To be honest, unless I'm really feeling myself that day, I don't "dress". Gimme some nice kicks, a cute tee or hoody, some jeans and some cherry carmex and I'm good to go. And don't let me have a long day of classes at university! Whoa, I will straight pull out some grey joggers and call it a day and don't ask me to "do" my hair unless u want a severe side eye. LOL. I blame over ten year of being a varsity athlete (basketball) for that one.

The rare time I do "dress" I go for this kind of sexy, courtesy of Gucci.....