Bitch, you owe me a tulle skirt: an inspiration album
Mood: your mother refused to buy you that big pink princess dress when you were five and you never forgave her
Scene: you are an adult now. Hardened, as you realized at a young age that the world isn’t fair and you can’t get what you want. Your voice is raspy because you picked up smoking at the age of 15 to piss off Mother Dearest. You run with a hard crowd now—some of them weren’t even cheerleaders in high school. You roll your eyes at authority figures (only after they turn their backs). But you still long for the unadulterated joy of your childhood, and reach for every frilly pink thing you can find. You make sure to wear black too because you are #edgy now. You have discussed this color scheme and its Freudian significance in depth with your therapist, continuing even after she repeatedly asks you to talk about your relationship with your mother. You scoff at your therapist’s severe simplification of your life (conveniently overlooking that maybe there is actually a serious issue with your mother). You realize other people probably think you’re a ridiculous human being, but giving a fuck was so 2017. Being stereotypically girly sounds fine to you.
Your outfits: Wannabe Punk. Actually Pink. So saccharine that it leaves a sour taste in your mouth. Very mismatched because your existence is a sisyphean struggle in which you strive to show others that you can be hardcore and love tulle at the same time.