How A Cupcake Should Feel

Silly me, I forgot to readjust the ISO settings since Friday's spinning-around session. Now my pictures are all blurry.



Bustier: found on Ebay, skirt: self made, blazer: thrifted, ankle boots: found on ebay.

Irrelevant fact: I decided to give pilates a try this morning. It's on one of my life goals. Other than living in France or dying my hair cotton candy pink, I want to learn pilates and do it on a daily basis. So anyway, my belly button feels like it has been sucked through my back. Like theres a giant hole in my stomach where my belly button should be, but it has been sucked through my back so now there's just this vacuum left. Like I'm a donut. And my ribs feel like they're constricted in a corset. Or like there's a giant abdominable snowman sitting on my chest.

Strange as it seems, it feels kind of nice.

And to explain what the title for this post is about:

I don't know if its just me, but everytime I go to throw clothes on, I always have this character or object in mind that I embrace. I know that Jessica does this too, except instead of aiming for 'Cupcake', 'Little Bo Peep' or 'Peter Pan' like I do, she goes for 'milk maid who is secretly in love with the barn boy' or 'sailor who secretly masturbates too much'.