The first warm day in Chi City. More hoes than sun.
Made me think about one of the most important lessons my momma teaches: sexy is not trashy. Classy: that's what's sexy.
I saw more painted on leggings, whipped up weaves and tatted up flesh than a lil bit. It was the day to unleash the internal sexy...in other words, the day for the insecure hearts to be validated by showing a lil bit too much, not leaving shit to the imagination.
Ladies: Let's define class. Because no disrespect, but many of you need a lesson.
It's not long Daffy Duck lashes and platform heels where the shoe itself is more attractive than your walk. Classy is not pushing a Benz and whipping your 15inch Remi back and forth. Class speaks for itself. And trust me ladies, men hear it loud and clear.
Ladies this is a public service announcement: sexy is not stanky! Class needs to be redefined by today's woman. Our love for ourselves should come from within.
Love,
Vee
Amen! I recall once asking my barber about why they stare at the chicks who are half naked as they walk by. He said because they don't leave anything to the imagination. He went on to say it was a free look. He could see it all but would never wife one of them. Oh my at the Daffy Duck lashes comments. Saw a lady yesterday and you could see the glob of glue on one lash. Full fail!
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