Astrid

“Thank you for the cocktail, dear. I can’t see your face because of the shades. They’re a statement piece, you see.” Hahaha. This is so not me. It’s so not me, it IS me. Let me explain, I’m as silly as to take a picture like this and pretend I’m someone who’d wear gloves to drink cocktails with gummy bears in them. And I’d definitely act like an over-the-top parody of royalty if provided with the props to pull it off, no matter how cheap they are or look. Whatever happens, this will be one of my most cherished pictures of me ever. It just screams “What the…?!” (The colours do all the screaming too!) Please don’t miss the details, it was an outfit carefully put together, even if Anna Wintour and the MET gala people would not approve of it. In my latest essay on my Patreon (link in bio) I elaborated on my past and the difficulties feeling good in my own skin with the girls always outshining me. I made a reference to some tea time with my family, all very civil and British sometimes (the yelling and the cursing in Spanish add a little bit of ‘salero’ to it). I just wish I could show up like this during tea time looking unimpressed at the pastries, sandwiches or whatever, just scoffing about everything. I wonder how long it would take before someone broke the social protocol and punched me in the face. “You’re being too dramatic. What an improper thing to do.” I’d say with my nose bleeding. Indeed!