Sofia Rhys.
“I don’t have anything to wear.” I complained, slumping on the bed, amidst the heap of clothes I’d discarded on it, all under the name of looking for the right outfit to wear.
Nothing feels right. I feel like more than ninety percent of my clothes are all work outfits, and the other ten percent, staying at home and mom--ing outfits. I have no such thing as clubbing outfits. I just don’t bother because well, what’s the point?
It’s not I have a reason to go out or anything. I’m perfectly okay with being a career woman during the day, and a mom at night. And on weekends, I slump on the couch with my friends, catching up on our lives and discussing practically everything and nothing.
I love the way my life is honestly, there’s nothing much to bother myself over. I mean, I do
