Sooooo…. this is the red dress I was speaking about in the post prior to this one. You can’t tell me, you can NOT tell me, that this dress isn’t straight flames, that I don’t look fire in it, that Boohoo didn’t come through with the come through; this dress is clutch AF and there’s no denying it.
It’s most definitely a POWER dress and a POWER lewk, just hand me my crown.
I completely understand why, those guys I referenced in the prior post, were looking at me whilst OOOOOO’ing and Aaaaaahhhh’ing. My last post wasn’t trying to make it more difficult for men, women, or anyone to compliment one another; or feel like they couldn’t do so without permission, or making someone feel uncomfortable because they in fact don’t know that persons life or trauma (if there is one); whether or not they should consider those things before/ in their approach. I feel like we’re in a day and age where consent is important…. almost above all else if not the actual utmost important over everything. With that said…I sometimes wonder if consent (ALL of the time), is the killer of spontaneity, if we as a collective find that it’s worth sacrificing the beauty of that which is spontaneous…. for the sake of feeling “safe”, respected, considered, etc…
Me bringing it up was mostly about delving into the hows and whys of our responses to cat-calling or what we may deem cat-calling over what another may think is (this is not to diminish what is blatant /universal). I wanted to know what constitutes as cat-calling to you, or rather what is acceptable to you despite what it may be deemed. I wanted to know if and HOW the potentials of your past trauma; this is of course if you’ve had said trauma…but what I’ve gathered thus far on my lifes’ journey…. I’ve yet to come across one person who hasn’t experienced SOMETHING; male, female, and everything in between.
How has your past shaped you, how do YOU perceive things? Because honestly, I don’t always feel uncomfortable with a bit of outspoken “appreciation” (to put it mildly) and I wonder if I’m sending the wrong message out into the universe for all of the situations in the future. I wonder if I can/ should remain with an existence firmly planted in the gray…. when I remember a time things were very much black and white (there was a definite benefit to that). I wondered in this moment, was I being dramatic, or did I see what I saw. Yes, all feelings and self-truths are valid…. but is there a perspective here…that is very much so planted in a universal fact (if there is even such a thing)?
Aside from all of that, can we really just take a moment to look at this sickening dress that comes in a hundred different color ways? If you know me AT ALL, you know I’m gonna make it my lifes’ work to acquire them allllllll (Pokemon status).
SIDE NOTE: I made a recording of my blog post this time, you know…so I could transcribe it, and I thought I’d letcha know that I went off on a tangent riiiiight around here, LMFAO. Needless to say…I left it out but I do plan to release clips of the recorded version in the near future.
Anyway, I made plans to rock this dress in Cuba…still haven’t gone to Cuba by the way, hope to go some time next year, hoping we’re still able to go by then (you know…. cuz the state of this country and how it’s ran…one just never knows). I’m crossing my finger AND my toes on that note.
This dress just makes you want to have a beautiful destination as a backdrop, such as CUBA! If it makes me seem like I have some “Basic Bitch” tendencies…. so be it, because this dress deserves it hands down, it needs to live its best life.
Boohoo really outdid themselves with this dress. I first saw its older sister in mustard, but as a year+ flew by, I came across the many other colors, prints, and lengths it came in and I just about passed out of excitement. Not long after that they came out with play-suit/jumpsuit options, GIRIIIIRRRRLLLLL!!! What ended up being the nail in the coffin was when I laid my eyes on the leaf green colorway, that was it, I was SOLD! And if I was going to bite the bullet, I knew I’d be doing myself a disservice by not copping the O.G mustard one (and a shit ton of other colorways…no one saw that coming….)
But I deserved to have them all, ya girl waited for over a year to finally get it poppin’….right? You know I’m right, say I’m right got dang it!!!
In any event, I’m happy to have a new member of the “Jamila wears us ad nauseam family”, but that’s the beauty of this dress though. You can transition the HELL outta this piece, not only from season to season…. but from age to age, from lifestyle to lifestyle, genre to genre, day to night, goth to glam, preppy to renegade, poolside to hillside, work to play, occasion to occasion (you get my drift); it’s just all of that and everything in between. In the near future I’ll be starting a project that explains this concept further.
So there I was, one of the most beautiful dresses I’ve ever owned just hugging my every curve, sashaying and posing with my $20 dollar mules from one of my favorite stores (Famous Brand), a group of fairly handsome men carrying on about how lit I was looking, VBO outchea, panty-lines outchea, necklace & bracelet on point, shades on point, taking full advantage of my manageable health hours to get’er done….ya girl was thrivin’ Biiiihhhhh.