I get told a lot that I look like other people. And I mean A LOT. It’s usually someone’s friend of a friend, so there’s no way I can ever meet this doppleganger of mine. And they always live elsewhere or have a disease or a missing arm that makes them unsocial (I’m exaggerating for dramatic purposes). Thing is, after getting told a thousand times stuff like “Oh my God, are you related to Squeegy Beckinheim?”, I just answer “Sure, why not?”. The hell with it. It got really weird a few years back when I stilled lived at home: a lot of people started confusing me for this lawyer’s daughter, to the point that they would constantly “send their love to my father” but they were not talking about my actual dad. Until I finally got the nerve to ask my mother, just in case. So, look-alikes, if you’re out there, reach me out and we’ll go disco dancing. Double trouble!
I’m wearing the widely seen brown maxi skirt with a shirt that I love, bought a couple of years back when it was really hard to find anything with studs, not like the current stud diarrhea facing us right now. You’ve seen almost everything from this outfit already, but what can I say, they are my summer babies.