When I was little I hoped to grow into a woman who loved to listen to french music, wore vintage clothing and was able to seduce a man with a flutter of an eyelash. Today I hit Brick Lane in hopes to find some wonderful vintage clothing, you know the sort of gems one hears others find but never does so herself: the urban myth! Once again I was disappointed in what I found and not only that I came to realise that although the vintage clothes look very unique on some people they just don't suit me; the prints are too crazy, the shapes are far from flattering and not to sound snobby it sorta smells funny!
On my walk through Brick Lane I saw the women I once hoped of becoming and was envious of how wonderful they look, I decided enough was enough and I should ditch the french vintage and red wine dream forever and be the silly girl I am! I am in no way demeaning or giving up on myself, I'm doing quite the opposite, I shall be who I am. Stop listening to songs I don't really understand, no matter how hard my French teachers tried and no longer be ashamed to admit I do have 'Call Me Maybe' on my iPod despite the constant abuse I get about my music taste from a certain someone! Admit that Forever21 is not too main-stream for me and wear the clothes that fit me rather than not buy anything because the "vintage" clothes come in one size and it's never mine!
And if you may now excuse me I shall go wash off the smell of aged leather and death that has been lingering on me all day, and practice my eyelash-fluttering skills!
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