Was it a case of misplaced priorities? Money over love? Was it objectification of a human? As a means to an end? When life’s essence, love and priorities get misplaced the results are usually that things feel less full; less free.
This past weekend I traded my usual t-shirt for this full tiered ruffle bell sleeves from SheIn, which I've previously worn here. It’s so full of exuberance; so enthusiastic in the wind what more could a weekend attire be made of?