Listen, you’ve been looking great lately. Spectacular, even. So when I saw these pictures of you standing outside of a newsstand in West Hollywood yesterday, I have to admit that I was a little surprised. Disappointed, even. Horizontal stripes? Really? Aw, honey. Come on, now. We both know you’re better than that.
The next time you have to run somewhere, and don’t feel like getting all gussied up (believe me, I feel you!), do what I do: put on a pair of black gym pants (not shorts, they’re not as flattering), a tee shirt and a zip up hoodie. You can either wear flip flops or sneakers, take your pick.
You’ll look like you just got back from the gym, and everyone knows you’re allowed to look like crap after you work out. Instantly, you’re excused. This is what I do every day. Right now, I’m at Panera typing this out. My hair is in a frizzy ponytail, I’m not wearing any makeup and I’m hoovering a Caesar salad like somebody’s going to come by and steal it from me soon.
But do I look lazy? HELL NO! I look like I just ran a marathon or something. The awesome part of it all is that nobody has the guts to even think about shooting me a dirty look — because they know I’m ready for action and will probably rumble. For all they know, I’m listening to Eye of the Tiger on repeat and gearing up to kick some serious ass. So, Kell-Belle (may I call you that?), ditch the skirt and pick up some Nike pants. Maybe even throw some iPod headphones in. Trust me, people will respect you more for it.
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