Oh my, starry eyed surprise.

Do you remember that song? Do you remember Paul Oakenfold? Do you remember your youth? Do you remember when you didn’t have to wear a bra?

I hate bras. Mine is the first thing I take off when I get home, even before pants. I like it better when stuff can jiggle freely (run wild, little nips, the world is your oyster!). It’s much more comfortable. Wearing a bra, personally, is equivalent to someone hugging me for too long. It’s nice at first, maybe even ultra snug in a way that feels pleasant, but after a while the only panicked thought churning through my teensy head is, “I CAN’T BREATHE, WHAT IS THIS, GET IT OFF GET IT OFF.” So, if you're of the same opinion, try wearing a blazer without a bra. There are three options you have in doing this. One, wear it with double-sided tape, thus securing shit stays in place. Two, not wear it with double-sided tape, and give zero fucks about who sees what. Or three—my favorite—walk around all day with your hands holding your blazer still, and act as if that's something all regular people do.

Also, my pants have stars on them.

Mango blazer, H&M pants, Zara necklace, Giuseppe Zanotti heels