Triumph!

There's just something about slipping on a pair of high heels that makes me feel like I can kick the world in the face. It's like, BAM, look at me now. I keep it classy, though, and on the few times a week when I do wear heels, I never bust out the hooker-wear. I try to keep it demure-ish.

I get weird looks when I wear heels to school, but I don't care, at least I have the courage to wear what I want. fPlus, heels give me an added few inches, which is always nice when you're as tiny as I am.

Moral of the story:
I bought my very adorable homecoming dress today, along with a pair of heels, well, wedges, that can only be described one way, as my buddy Taylor demonstrated when I tried them on:
"Those look like sex! On your feet!"

Wow, that really wasn't a moral at all...
Yep.
Pictures on Sunday, after the dance :)

Today was one of those randomly fantastic days, it was a nice change from the usual stress-filled ones. And it's a Thursday! Usually this shit doesn't start improving until at least noon on Friday... maybe Jesus just loves me. Ha. Only about half of you will understand why you should laugh right now.

Anyway.

Apologies for the bipolar self-esteem posts...
I'm very lost right now. I keep swinging between the extremes of feeling like a sexy bitch who doesn't give a fuck what the world thinks and a timid little chubby girl with too many flaws to hide. Most of the time I can keep up the bravado, but on here, where I let myself speak freely, I end up spewing a lot of self-pitying, self-hating crap.

In all honesty, I'm very confident in who I am, I just have issues with how I look. Right now, though, I'm starting to swing back towards the sexy bitch side of the spectrum, and I expect I'll stay there; at least for the weekend.

Also, Nutella can cure any level of a bad mood! That stuff is awesome.
Julia