a post in which i bragged about how the new jeans my mama gave me made me feel sexy and feminine and attractive (and like i knew i was a female, despite the fact that lady at the grocery store looked at me disdainfully and told mother that her daughter didn’t know she was a female until she was twenty, give me time. because i was wearing my serpent jeans and a ripped off sleeve top.)
but then i got home and apparently they don’t look as good as i thought and mama said. they look whorish and are too tight on me. i liked them.
and now my phone’s been taken away and i’ve been yelled at for no fucking reason except for the fact that i had new jeans. i mean, the stated reason is my room but it was ACCEPTED that i was doing it tomorrow. but apparently i only went to mom’s because i wanted to rebel. and apparently i let my chest hang low out of clothing or something. i don’t know. i thought i looked good. i still kind of do, i still kind of like the jeans, but i’m wrong about how they look i guess.
and now i’m going to have to wear them because nana will do her bullshit if i don’t. and now i’m going to look like i’m selling myself and guys are going to look at me like a piece of meat.
but i thought the jeans were sexy. mama said so too. why would she be wrong?
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