This Is Not a Cry for Help, I Just Need To Rant A Little.

I have an occasion coming up, and all I want is to look good. Not stunning. Not expensive. Just... not like I rolled out of a bin.

So I crawled out of my little shell and asked my fashion designer to cook something up for me.

I picked a cute style. My tailor is good… to some extent. Let’s just say the spirit is willing, but the stitching sometimes is not.

I mean, there is that part of us that imagines how good we’ll look when we step into a new dress. Most times, I’m secretly praying I won’t find any mistakes the moment I try it on.

The rule is: if you find one, there are probably a hundred more if you look closely.

It’s always like that — and yet, when I finally stepped into the dress, my hips just… didn’t get the memo. They were supposed to come out like in the picture. They said “nah” in a really loud voice.

Guess who ended up looking like a certified sack of boiled potatoes? With sleeves, apparently.

I tried working out for the next few days. I actively engaged in butt bridges, squats, and every other exercise people swear makes hips and waists look chic —but I mean, even magic won’t do that “snatched waist” thing in three days. 

Anyway, let me keep it short. I’m already battling a long and tiring to-do list, books that won't read themselves, and a stomach that has no idea how to stop being so hungry... do I really have to add “just wanting to look normal” to the list?

I’d rather show up looking like whatever the cloth decides. I’ll just put my energy into building confidence instead. Make hips go sit down — at least for now sha. Or is confidence not the key again??