The rest of the costume is even worse. Believe it or not, that's a Darth Vader costume. Why are all girls' Halloween costumes so slutty? Everyday is more ridiculous than the day before. This isn't my Star Wars.
I never used to think about heels. They were something girls wore to prom or maybe graduation, not something I’d ever have to understand. But here I am, with a growing collection under my bed and actual opinions on kitten heels versus stilettos. Life comes at you fast. The first pair I wore was brutal—black patent leather pumps with a heel that felt like it reached the clouds. I wobbled like a newborn deer. I didn’t even make it to the end of the hall before kicking them off. But no one let me quit. They actually tied me up to stop me from removing them. The lesson was clear: heels aren’t just about looking cute—they’re about control, posture, and yes, sometimes punishment. Since then, I’ve learned to match heels to outfits, and weirdly, it’s kind of satisfying. Short skirts and dresses need something sleek, like a stiletto or strappy sandal. It keeps your legs looking long and distracts from how awkward you feel. Longer skirts? That’s wedge or block heel territory. You need the heig...
The new job is still waitressing, but like I said before the per hour is going to be lower and the tips will be higher. I'm not so thrilled about this arrangement and I'm the only waitress working there who isn't wearing sensible shoes. People seem nice enough and Mercedes has introduced me to everybody, but I really am nervous about football games and other big crowds. Of course the biggest that people will find out that I'm not what I appear to be. I'm sure there will be updates. There are more birthday pics, but I think Mia posted the most incriminating stuff and I had a feeling people would want to see the new uniform.
So I’ve been working at the new place for a few weeks now, and it’s pretty much exactly what I feared it would be. The transition from Mom's to this loud, high-energy sports bar has been jarring, to say the least. Back at the diner, it was regulars, pancakes, and coffee refills. No one was really looking at me. Here? I can feel their eyes on me constantly. The hair, the makeup, the outfit—they all do their job a little too well, which is both validating and completely exhausting. Financially, things have flipped. My base pay has shrunk, but my tips have absolutely exploded. You’d think that’d be a win, but honestly, it’s complicated. There’s something a little demoralizing about putting in a full week of work and realizing that all I’ve really done is “earn” a very expensive new purse. Sure, it’s a designer bag and I look great carrying it, but I didn’t choose it. It’s just the kind of thing that gets expected of me now. Pretty girl, pretty accessories. Spend some time looking g...
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