The One That Got My Wake-Up Call

There’s a particular kind of ache that comes from losing something you actually cared about, something you wanted to protect, to grow with, to show up for in all the ways that mattered. But sometimes care isn’t enough when your timing’s off.

I didn’t mean to fumble it. I just… couldn’t get myself together fast enough.

Not because I didn’t see the value. Not because I didn’t want it. But because healing isn’t instant. Because unlearning takes time. Because sometimes life teaches you the lesson after the test.

Now I’m sitting with the silence. The space where something beautiful used to live.

And I think what hurts the most is knowing that I was finally becoming the person who could’ve done it right.

But maybe this is the closure: the understanding that love, even when lost, still teaches. That regret doesn’t make you weak, it makes you real. And that just because something didn’t last doesn’t mean it wasn’t worth it.

So to what I lost:

Thank you for being something I wanted to fight for.

I’m sorry I didn’t show up sooner.

And I hope wherever you are, you feel whole.

I’ll keep growing.

Even if you don’t get to see it.

What if Prince Charming never comes? What would your life look like then?

That question shifted everything. It forced me to imagine a future that didn’t begin with “once I meet someone…” but with me. Not me as someone waiting to be chosen, but me choosing herself. What would it mean to build a life that wasn’t a placeholder for a partner, but a destination on its own?

At first, I grieved. There’s a certain kind of heartbreak in letting go of the fantasy, the idea that someone would arrive and suddenly life would begin. But once the fog lifted, I started to feel something else: power. A different kind of hope. The kind that didn’t depend on someone showing up, but on me showing up for myself, again and again.

I began asking new questions: What brings me joy? What kind of woman do I want to be when I walk into a room? What do I want my days to feel like? Instead of chasing love, I chased fulfillment. I poured myself into friendships, creativity, travel, and healing. I got serious about building a life that felt like mine, not one I’d have to contort or shrink once someone else entered the picture.

I still want love. That desire never disappeared. But it’s no longer the centerpiece, it’s the garnish, not the whole meal. I know now that even if Prince Charming never knocks on my door, I’ll still dance. Still create. Still laugh too loud. Still build something beautiful. Because the dream didn’t die, it just changed form. And honestly? It looks good on me.

So let me ask you what Robin asked me: If Prince Charming never comes… what kind of life would you build anyway? And what’s stopping you from starting that life today?

Anxiety. Anxiety.

Anxiety.

Anxiety.

Let me say it twice, because that’s how it shows up in my life. Loud.

In order for me to heal, I had to understand what I’m healing from. I used to joke about having anxiety. “Girl, I got anxiety,” I’d laugh off when I was overwhelmed. But when the doctor diagnosed me, and my therapist backed it up, I had to finally accept it.

But what kind of anxiety do I have?

Anticipatory anxiety.

It’s also known as future tripping, when the fear of what might happen causes real distress. This can show up before big things, like a presentation… or before small things, like going out to dinner or responding to a text.

At times, it can be crippling.

Have you ever fast-forwarded a movie to the end before watching it, just so you’d know what happens?

Ever rewatched a show, not because it’s your favorite, but because the uncertainty of something new feels too overwhelming?

Or maybe you’ve googled parking, directions, and exit points days before a concert just to feel prepared?

Yeah… you might know this feeling, too.

For me, I used to think I was weird for not being able to just “go with the flow.” But now I know there’s a name for it. And not only is there a name there’s help. Therapy. Medicine. Understanding.

And it doesn’t just affect me when I’m alone. It shows up everywhere.

It shows up in friendships when I cancel last minute or need time to respond because I’ve already imagined every possible outcome of a conversation.

It shows up in relationships when I overthink a moment of silence or replay texts, reading between lines that weren’t even there.

It shows up at work when I feel like I have to over-prepare just to feel slightly okay, or when I avoid speaking up out of fear I’ll say the wrong thing.

To the people who love someone with anxiety: please be patient. Especially if you see us doing the work. If we’re going to therapy, having hard conversations, and choosing growth, even if it’s messy, just know, that effort is everything.

We may need a little more time, a little more reassurance, but we also love deeply, feel deeply, and try deeply.

thank you for coming to my ted talk

Healing doesn’t mean I never feel anxious. It just means I no longer let it speak louder than my truth.

The Definition of Us”

We met in college

me, a teeny bopper with a head full of books and dreams dressed in Vogue,

him, a lover of all things grown with vinyl in his veins

and streetwear stitched into his soul.

He asked to borrow my dictionary.

I said yes.

He asked again.

Still yes.

By day three I thought, “This boy needs to buy his own damn dictionary.”

But really,

he was looking for the right word

to ask for my number.

He finally did.

We went on one date.

Romance didn’t bloom

or maybe I was too shy to water it.

But something else grew.

Something steady.

Something true.

And now,

two decades later,

I sit across from him

older, softer, wiser

and I smile.

Because maybe that missed spark back then

was the universe’s way of protecting

the flame we’d actually need.

When my father passed, he held me up.

When his grandfather passed, I did the same.

Through heartbreaks and hard days,

when

as he says

life be lifin’,

we showed up for each other.

No masks. No pretending.

He’s watched me bloom into this woman

bold, bruised, but still beautiful.

And I’ve seen him become a man

steady, soulful, and so damn handsome.

This moment right here

no candles, no fancy setting

just two friends

breaking bread,

laughing with full hearts,

is everything.

Real friendship.

The kind where I get to be 100% me,

and he gets to be exactly who he is.

No edits. No performance.

If you looked up friend in that old dictionary,

you’d find something close to what we have.

But even Webster ain’t got the words for this.

And maybe that’s the beauty of it.

From Maiden to Queen: I Felt the Shift This Week

This week, something shifted in me.

Not in a loud or dramatic way, but in that quiet, soul-deep kind of way that lets you know you’re never going back to who you used to be.

For so long, I lived in maiden energy.

Not in age, but in mindset. In how I moved, how I loved, how I hoped. I was soft, searching, and full of desire to be understood.

I waited for clarity.

I doubted myself often.

I’d feel everything so deeply and then question whether I had the right to speak on it.

I knew I was powerful, but I was still waiting for permission to fully believe it.

But this week changed me.

Through hard conversations, deep reflection, and long silences I didn’t chase,I met a version of myself I hadn’t stood in before.

A woman who no longer questions if she’s enough because she’s learning that she is.

A woman who no longer pleads to be seen because she sees herself.

A woman who no longer folds to maintain connection because she knows her presence is the offering.

And the wildest part?

People have always seen this woman in me. They’ve called me creative, radiant, funny, unforgettable. They’ve felt something in my energy, even when I couldn’t feel it myself. But I was still moving like the girl who had something to prove.

Now I’m not moving like her anymore.

Not because I don’t love her, but because I’ve outgrown her.

This week taught me that queendom isn’t a crown someone gives you.

It’s a decision you make when you stop apologizing for your voice, your vision, your value.

I’m not performing for worth anymore.

I’m protecting my peace.

I’m trusting my timing.

I’m walking in it now with softness, with power, and with my head held high.

This week, I didn’t just grow. I arrived.

Sincerely Queen Marcy

A BREAK UP I WAS EXPECTING

Food and I have always had a thing. Deep, complicated, emotional. I could count on it, when I was happy, I celebrated with food. When I was sad, I comforted myself with food. Lonely? Food. Achieving something? Definitely food. It’s been more than just fuel. It’s been a companion. A constant.

So when my body started reacting differently, I tried to ignore it. I told myself I was overthinking it. But deep down, I knew. Something was off. And like any breakup, the signs were there long before I wanted to admit it. The mind catches on first, but the heart always lags behind, still longing for how things used to be. Still begging, “Please… just one more time.”

Then came the doctor’s visit. The diagnosis: GERD: Gastroesophageal Reflux Disease. A condition where stomach acid flows backward into the esophagus, causing irritation, inflammation, and in my case, a whole new way of living. The solution? A bland diet. Not just for now, but for the foreseeable future.

I walked out of that appointment trying to hold onto hope. But it quickly turned into fear. What does life look like without spice, without comfort food, without the joy of eating freely? Can I really commit to this? I have to. Because the alternative is damage I can’t undo.

And that’s the part that stings, the betrayal. How could my body turn on me like this?

But maybe it didn’t turn on me. Maybe it’s trying to protect me. Maybe this isn’t punishment, it’s a hard, necessary call for change.

So I’m grieving, yes. But I’m also learning to listen more closely to the body I’ve spent years ignoring. This is a breakup I didn’t want, but it’s also an invitation into healing, into new rituals, into a version of myself that knows the difference between comfort and harm.

We’ve been through worse. We’ll get through this too.

Dupe alert: jw anderson Chain mules

Recently, I went on a quest to find the JW Anderson chain mule dupes, because the real thing were way outside of my price range. The current cost for the mules were somewhere around $600, but I was able to score the following for a fraction of the price.

The first pair I purchased were a pair from Ego that were $29.99. These come with fur, and are a little lighter than all of the dupes. https://rstyle.me/cz-n/e4fntsc36yf

the second pair I purchased were from Shein. Now, these are more like the J Dubbs in style, but it’s important to note that the leather is not as soft. These mules were $39 https://rstyle.me/cz-n/e4fpg7c36yf

The final pair I purchased are my fav, but they are also the most expensive, and not quite a dupe, but they give me the same feel. They are black, with gold detail, that gives the rockstar vibe that I am looking to achieve. They are from Zara and are $119.00 https://www.zara.com/us/en/low-heel-leather-clogs-with-studs-p11520710.html?v1=86205267&gclid=Cj0KCQiAvvKBBhCXARIsACTePW_qmlgYNmY7B86CEtnZcLPnuwACfdJv0_nt4iT60wKN6wV0EVaL91AaAu1vEALw_wcB

look them over and tell me which one I should keep

I’M BACK

I’M BACK 

Yes, you read that right!! 

I am finally back after being gone for over a year. I was going to write a sad post about the ups and downs I had with life and trying to get back up and running, but I have decided to leave the past in the past and focus on the exciting things I have coming up for you guys!

First things first, I launched my own business, She Fly Tho LLC,  focusing on personal styling, wardrobe building and photography. My goal is to make my services available to both up-and-coming and well-established social media personalities, as well as everyday people looking to spruce up their look. 

This site also has a section for you to shop my closet. I am a minimalist at heart with a mean shopping addiction. So please, take advantage of my tendency to overdo it by adding some of my pieces to your personal collections. 

So, click around. Take everything in! I put a lot of thought into making this platform user friendly. It’s my hope that you’ll love it as much as I do. 

Lastly, I want to thank everyone for sticking with me, even when I wasn’t posting content. I am so grateful for your patience during this slow period. I cannot wait to share more stories and style tips with you all. 

The best is yet to come!

Infinity Mirrors Exhibit

**Warning: This is an extremely late post** 

I just wanted to come by and share some of the pictures from the Infinity Mirrors Exhibit that is currently taking place at the Cleveland Musuem of Art.  

 Yayoi Kusama: Infinity Mirrors celebrates the legendary Japanese artist Yayoi Kusama’s 65-year career. The exhibition spans the range of Kusama’s work, from her groundbreaking paintings and performances of the 1960s, when she staged polka-dot “Happenings” in the streets of New York, to her widely admired immersive installations and the US debut of her recent series of paintings, My Eternal Soul.

 http://clevelandart.org/exhibitions/yayoi-kusama-infinity-mirrors

If you are in the Cleveland area, and looking for something to do, you should definitely check out this exhibit. But, I will warn you, majority of the art works have a 20 sec time limit, so make sure you have your phones out and camera ready before entering the exhibit. This way you can snap those pics for the gram lol 

the exhibit runs from 7-7-2018 to 9-30-2018  

Dinner for Two at Firebird Restaurant - VIP Style

Do you guys remember when I was invited to Eastwood Mall for a Shopping Spree? Well when I was there, I was treated to a complimentary lunch at Firebird restaurant. Here’s where it gets interesting. While eating, I connected with Marc, the General Manager, and he was telling me about a Firebird Restaurant opening in Cleveland. Marc asked me if I would like to be added to the list, and come and have dinner before the restaurant opens to the public? It took me no time to reply “Yes!”.

Marc and I exchanged numbers and he said he would call when the restaurant is ready. “Sure Marc” I said in my head, he would not remember me. He’s a busy General Manager, how could he remember me? and mind you its November and the restaurant wouldn’t be open until June. I was wrong, Marc remember, he called like he said he would and I am currently sitting in the restaurant and eating the best steak ever. 

My guest and I dined on a 3 course meal. We shared the crab cakes, which were amazing (sorry I am not a food critic, so Amazing is all I got lol). I had the steak and my guest had the chicken (both equally as good) and we both shared a chocolate cake called “Big Daddy”, the name alone explains why we shared it. We also told our waiter don’t be surprised if you see us in here just ordering the cake. Lol. 

Oh, my old friend Marc was there. He came over to our table and greeted us. He must be a hoot to work with, because he had me rolling with laughter just from the short time he sat with us.

So, if you are ever in the Orange Villiage are and hungry, please go check out Marc at Firebird and tell him that the undercover fashionista sent you. Now it won’t get you off your bill, but it would show Marc that I hipped you guys to the restaurant.  

Firebirds Wood Fired Grill  

Opening June 18 2018 

Location 

211 Park Ave, Suite 109 Beachwood, OH 44122 Pinecrest in Orange Village

Happy Dining  

P.S this goes without saying, but I am truly grateful for every opportunity afforded to me. Never in a million years did I think I would be right here right now. If there is any dream you are sitting, and you are too scared to move, move anyways, and let God handle the rest. Love Marcia  

Uncomfortable Growth

About a year ago I found myself standing inside a church and the pastor giving me a direct message. He said to me “Marcy you have a giving heart, and because of that you will be able to connect with so many people, and help young girls struggling with life issue. God see’s that you are not after the money”

I got away from that message, and started focusing on numbers, algorithms, outfits and pictures.  This only led to me becoming frustrated with how my blog was going.  I felt as though I needed  to do more. For me posting outfits just isn’t enough. My calling is much bigger than what I am wearing.  I am uncomfortable operating in a limted space. Then “remember the message” popped into my head. 

This is what led to me venting on Social Media last week.  You know, when I publicly proclaimed that my social media platforms would be a place of self reflection and self care.  That I would no longer be posting about what brand of clothing I was wearing. But, more about how I felt and why I put my best foot forward. Hopefully, the people who are here for that message stick around and others move on to find a better home more suitable to their needs. 

What’s crazy is that as soon as I made that declaration, God began releasing my blessings. As if he was waiting for me to see what he has always seen in me. And get this, the opportunities were bigger than what I dreamt of doing, but still in line with my message of body positivity, self love, and self care. It feels better to chase after happiness and not a check. It’s took me a while to understand that, but I finally got it! 

Be blessed.  

What I Wore to See Black Panther

I‘ve been waiting on the movie Black Panther to be released in theaters ever since the cast and directed was announced. I know how I am not the only one, especially looking at these box office numbers. According to Forbes Black Panther made  $75.8 million opening day, and will likely earn $175-$185m Fri-Sun weekend and a $205-$215m if you include Monday potential sales. 

If you are like me you have been living for all of the ig post capturing the outfits that our people are wearing to see the film.  I decided to put my own little spin on the movement. Instead of the African prints, I went with an Black Revolutionary vibe with this dress from Fashion Nova’ s Curve and these boots from Aldo. Because, isn’t that sorta what’s happening now? 

https://www.aldoshoes.com/us/en_US/women/sale/footwear/Cassydie-Black/p/52400508-96

I personally, that we are being unapologetically Black. We are showing the world how we as a people will show up and show out (as of Uncles and Aunties would say) if need be. We have been openly enbracing our blackness, and I am loving it. Yes, we as black people are Reclaiming Our Time. 

Let this be a true testament to the power of numbers, and what could happen when we really decide to stick together. 

When Fashion and History Collide

I love history. I love fashion. When these worlds collide, I have to be in the building. Last year, I attended the Cleveland Museum of Art’s exhibit on the Jazz Age and the Western Historical Reserve Society’s 150th-anniversary party. So it shouldn’t surprise you that Saturday night, I attended Somewhere in Time: Satin & Soot, a tribute to 1870s Cleveland at the Western Reserve Historical Society.

The obvious elephant in the room: the 1870s wasn’t a great time to be black. Sure slavery was technically over, but... That reality was not lost on me or the other party goers. People went out of their way to make us feel included “this time around.” By the end of the night, I blocked it out and enjoyed the evening. With help from the open bar, of course.

Walking around the event was like walking through time. There were so many elaborate and well-executed costumes; ranging from Victorian to Steampunk to vixens. I had a great time taking it all in.

The event was the perfect way to kick off this year in fashion and it made me wonder if I should combine my love of history and fashion for the blog. Would you guys be into it if I posted a weekly historical fashion fact? Let me know in the comments.

It’s Time to Write

I know, I know. It’s been a minute. Before you chew my head off, let me explain. I took time off blogging to focus on how I can better be of assistance to you. So while it seems I’ve let things slip around here, with every turn and decision, I aimed to create better content for you.

What did I do while I was away? Took private makeup classes. Also took a photography class to improve those pictures you all love so much. I did several interviews to get my name and brand out there to reach more ladies and gents like you. Annnnnnnd *drum roll please* I bought equipment and set up my filming room for my new YouTube channel. Yes! I’m finally doing it!

Makeup class with @freshfacenessa_mua 

Of all the projects I worked on during my time off, I am most excited about the YouTube channel. I think this will help you get to know me better and encourage more interaction with you all.

Photography class with @kamron_khan

One more thing that happened in the last year? I was in a failed relationship. If you want to know more about it, let me know in the comments. I’m happy to share if my story can help someone else.

Stay tuned for consistent blogging from me.

In the meantime, check out some of the interviews and guest spots I did in my absence.

The interview I did on Just One Hot Mom’s podcast  

https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/just-one-hot-mom/id1287126841?mt=2&i=1000392457773 

http://www.fashionablycleveland.com/?q=undercover-fashionista 

The interview I did for the Lunges to Lipstick blog  

https://www.thestilettosociety.com/diary-of-an-undercoverfashionista 

Evening at the Museum

Let me start by first telling you how big a fan I am of history and fashion, when the two are combined I am in absolute heaven. Last week I recieved an invite to the Cleveland Museum Of Art's Media Day Event for the Jazz Age Exhibit. Media Day allows influencer, bloggers, writers to come out and check out the exhibit before it opens to the public on September 30th. This was my first invitation to one of these events, so you can imagine how excited I became. 

The event had an open bar, but that of course wasn't the best part, not even close. To me, the best part was walking into the exhibit, and feeling like I was taking a step back into time. You know, where life was a little bit slower, and people had time to love and appreciate their surroundings. I would always hear my grandmother telling tales about what it was like growing up on the Roaring 20's, and I could remember wishing I had a chance to experience it. Well last night I did! 

The vibe of the 1920s was the ever so present Asia theme that ran through the exhibit. You could definitely tell that designers of that era were heavily influenced by China and Japan, with some Egyptian and African inspiration sprinkled here and there. 

The exhibit showcased American Style from the 1920s to around the early 1930s. Everything was amazing, from the vintage dresses, to the head pieces, and furniture. You can definitely tell from the exhibit that it was a time when people took pride in the craftsmanship of their work. Every piece took time to put together. Everything appeared to be made with love. Very opposite of what we see today with everything being mass-produced. 

I will highly recommend that if you are a lover of history and fashion, like myself, that you go and check see this exhibit. You won't be let down.  

At this time I would like to extend a thank you to the Cleveland Museum of Art for the invite.

Dawn Dance Weekend 2017

What is Dawn Dance you ask? My alma mater's annual weekend where alumni to reconnect with campus and old classmates through a series of social events.

My college experience was kind of unique. I attended college with my two sisters and two childhood friends, and a friend we met down there, but instantly became my sister, so you could say we had our own form of a sisterhood. We were all beautiful, fly, smart, party animals, and everyone wanted to be around us. And boy, did we party.

From left to right: Me, Robin, Christine, Sharon, and Ericka (Staci not pictured because she worked a lot lol)

There's Staci

On the other hand, I dealt with insecurities about my body, my self-worth, and self-esteem because I was surrounded by beautiful people. At times I would sink into the background and let them have the spotlight. As a result, I fell for the wrong boy, and continued an unhealthy relationship with him, on the low, my entire college career and even for a few years after graduation. The fact that it was on the low only added to questioning my self-worth.

I'd struggled with these issues for most of my life, but they magnified in college. I started this blogging journey to get over how I felt about myself at school. Going back required me to face and make peace with the past since I'm no longer that person.

This was my first time back in about seven years, and because of the work I did on myself I was able to really enjoy my friends, and laugh at the memories of walking around campus. Like the time a dude tried to "diss" me on a mixtape, or the time my girls and I threw one of the craziest parties in WU history that almost got us kicked out, taping the answers to a water bottle to cheat on an exam, and the time we hung out with the VP of the college blasting Mariah Carey's The Emancipation of Mimi album. And when a dude tapped my arm at the party to ask if I could tap my friend for him, I laughed, moved to the side, and watched her rip him a new one. No comparing. No tears.

The infamous House Party

Overall, it was a cool little girls' trip with my old college roommates/sisters. We connected with old faces, met some new people, drank, and partied like we were in our 20's again. (Even though there were factors around us that quickly told us that we weren't--like our creaky knees and the mumble rap that all the DJs would play) Most important, I walked away feeling free!

Dawn Dance 2017

For once, I embraced my style, played by my own rules, and socialized on my own terms. I got to see the school for what it was--a place of peace in the middle of the corn fields--without being clouded by my insecurities.

Dawn Dance 2017

Dawn Dance 2017

Writing this as I drive away from the school heading back to the real world.

The Switch Up - My Take on a Anti-Valentines Day Look

I typically do a Valentines Day look, but I just wasn't feeling it this year, so this week I have traded in my heels for these Superstar Adidas. I paired theses shoes with some Adidas Track pants, an Adidas thermal and a denim jacket.

I am using my heel's hiatus to test out the "sport chic" trend, to see if this is something I would start incorporating into my wardrobe, and so far I must say I am loving it. My feet are loving it as well.  

Marcia Vs The Undercoverfashionista

Somewhere in the world there is a girl staring at herself in mirror, and measuring herself against a person she saw on the internet. Wondering why her lips aren't bigger, why she doesn't have the money to buy expensive things, is she pretty. I am here to shed some light on what really happens once the camera is shut off, and to let you know you are not alone in this struggle.  

I deal with this constantly: seeing others achieve their goals; buying themselves nice things; confident in their bodies all the time; traveling the world. Meanwhile, I feel like I am stuck at Start. 

When these feelings arise I remind myself "All of it isn't real."  The majority of the time people are showing what they want you to see. Oh, they'll show you them buying clothes, going out to dinner, but what about those nights spent crying on the bathroom floor wondering "Am I good enough?" This is the kind of night I am having right now. Less than one hour ago I put up a post about getting my nails done.

I want you to understand that no one is perfect. All of what you see on these social media outlet are illusions. Trust me, you will wear yourself out if you try to keep up with it. So stop. Breathe. Do you, and I will do a better job at keeping it real, promise.

Somewhere in the world there's a girl staring herself in the mirror. Looking at the image reflecting back at her, appearing to be in deep thought. Asking herself "Am I Enough" and I whisper back "Yes!" How I wish she could hear me. 

Identity Crisis and a Funny Story

Confession Time: I use to hate being of a darker complexion. Especially when I consistently received comments like "you would look way better if you were light skin" "why are your parents and sister light and you dark" or just flat out "dang you black" I would look at my sister, who is pretty fair skin, and wonder why I too wasn't born of her complexion.

Over the years I have grown to love my skin I'm in, and would not wish to be anything other than who I am today a proud darkskin girl 

Funny story Time:

Whats even more funny to me, is when shopping for makeup I just measured myself against ericka and my friends who are all light, and said MARCY you are dark, so just find the dark foundations and that should match. It's wasn't until recently that I realized that I wasn't as dark as I thought.

I would go to the store and was reach for the darkest shades the store carried, and would curse the brand for not carrying one that matched me. Never once did I consider " hey Marcy maybe you are not that dark".

Well one day I was accidentally sent a lighter foundation to test out, and I mixed it with a darker foundation, ran out of the darker one, and was attempting to find another dark shade to mix, but decided hey let me just try light shade by itself. And it was indeed my perfect match, and I went "ahhh". To think, I use to curse the brand for not carrying one that matched me. Never once did I consider " hey Marcy maybe you are not that dark".

When you are fed something for so long you tend to believe it. Let's start correcting our thoughts. Whether we are light, medium light, brown, dark brown or deep dark, we are all beautiful. 🙌🏾❤ #bodypositive #loveyourskin

Take Me Over the Edge

I want to experimenting with a more edgy look this year, so expect to see leather, lace, Tee Shirts and hardware details. Don't you worry your pretty little heart out, there will still be pinky/girly clothes sprinkled throughout this blog. 

Shirt: Entrumental Clothing

tights: Forever21

Jacet: JcPenny  

Booties: Nine West