WEARING: LITTLE MISTRESS GREY CULOTTES JUMPSUIT & LITTLE MISTRESS GREY SUEDE TASSEL JACKET
WEARING: LITTLE MISTRESS CROSSOVER KHAKI JUMPSUIT & LITTLE MISTRESS OVERSIZED KHAKI TRENCH JACKET
WEARING: LITTLE MISTRESS BLACK HALTER JUMPSUIT & LITTLE MISTRESS MINI FRINGE JACKET
Jumpsuits, I like them. A top that becomes trousers holds a lot of potential, don’t you think? And a great wardrobe weapon should you find yourself going from sofa and iphone to cafe date, which is what I plan on doing as soon as these work days dissolve into the weekend. You see, I was sad, but I’m not anymore. I cried but I haven’t in days. I ran a lot of kilometres or perhaps it was all the push ups, either way it helped me find the strength that sat inside me before I met the last man. And he or whoever else can say whatever they like, they can say I’m lost or too much of this or too little of that, those things might be true but above all, I am strong. I always have been and its one of the better truths to my soul. And so I as a woman push on, from the floor and out into the streets in jumpsuits like these, with hope curled in my hair and a heart that is on its way to healed. It’s a muscle after all and I run too much to have a weak one. It’s all just another lesson in life and I hope you enshrine that somewhere in your skull for whenever you are sad or beaten or defeated. Pat Benatar was right, love is a battlefield and I’ve never worn enough armor. I could write paragraph after paragraph about my relationship just past, but I’ve let it go and so the sentences don’t flow. It’s all old news, it was last week and it all started 3 months ago but life is short and I’m looking for the next story and the wonders that come when a woman begins again. Starting again is a undeniably a chorus in the song of my 27 years, I’m okay and here I am in these jumpsuits of all kinds and girls, guess what? I feel free and happier. Genuinely it’s a chorus I’m singing. This isn’t a jumpsuit edit, it’s a jumpsuit song. Eventually, we will always sing if we insist on staying strong. Please, jump but stay suited in armor of all kinds, whatever you do, whoever you meet and wherever you go, keep your emotional muscles close. Stretch them from time to time but keep them thunderous and fierce all the same. And above all else here, I love you, thank you for all your words, the songs, the sunsets, the kind messages and the quotes; they kept me afloat.
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