It’s starting to feel like the dream I had when I was a little girl.
Maybe it’s the gold clashing with the black, or the denim linking the patent pumps that makes it some kind of vibe…
Or the nude lips and eye shadow hues to pop the blue/green in my eyes and honor the shoes..
After all we’ve been through, who could say?
All I know is I’m alive. And I’m not alone in this Rights of Passage.
More to come!