I do not replace my phone for the newest model. I buy items they will last – silver, gold, genuine leather, silks, furs and cotton.
Sometimes linen.
I polish shoes, fix holes. I do my own hair and nails.
I know the value in myself without all of those things. I define luxury in my own realm.
Looking out, realizing how strange that is to everyone, the realization hits. People want to be stuck.
With my individuality comes knowing how to navigate a fashion sense. Cleanliness, and over all respect for myself in general. So anyone trying to come into my life without upholding that was already determining ways to make me fall.
I loathe lack of effort, and lying when what’s been left finally topples. Comparisons? Even more so, it shows an immense lack of self confidence – you would rather size someone else up. Don’t get me started on jealousy…
I no longer rush, I love idling, and most of all, I love finishing.
How do you approach me?
You don’t. Admire from afar.