I don't usually wear jeans. But these days, I do. I pair it with my white shoes.
In the past, jeans seem too ordinary for me. Everyone wears it. And I used to not own one.
White shoes on the other hand, I've always loved wearing. Because there's something so different with women's white leather shoes. It's upfront. A rebellion against the usual color black. Feminine, yet somehow, masculine.
White shoes, definitely me. 'Somehow' masculine - strength, appeal, confidence. I am a loud bang. I break glass. And I don't soften.
But I met jeans. Blue jeans. And he was simple, and he smiled. And I didn't notice him. I didn't notice him for a long time until I did. And when I did, I noticed him even when he wasn't around.
And this scared me because this can potentially bring down the strength, the appeal, the confidence. Because the blue jeans softens the white shoe.
But I wanted to fight, because it seemed worth it. So I fight amidst the fear.
And this is an ongoing battle here.
So I try to wear them together, white shoes and blue jeans. And damn, they look good together.
I hope blue jeans thinks so too.
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