I looked up as a luxury car stopped near me.
A girl stepped out.
‘Why is she dressed like a hobo?’, I wondered.
She had that vibe of rebelliousness with confidence that shone through her.
I smiled as I could relate to that.
I grabbed a pair of scissors and gave myself a new look…. a bit of knee-exposed skin with some calculated tears, styled with the only pair of shoes I had.
I believe, clothes are not meant just to cover yourself, they are also meant to express yourself, not because you have to, but because you want to.
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