I love frocking up. I love the way I feel in a dress and heels, hair done and make up on. It is a mask. It hides my inner fears and allows me to blend more easily among the real women of the world (you know, the flawless glamorous women who reapply lipstick and always look awesome).
Thursdays are my favourite day of the week. My dependable girls and I go out dancing. There's sometimes drinking but that's secondary to getting our groove on.
I dress according to my mood. Tonight will be a either my green one shoulder dress and beige heels with matching clutch or a black leather-look skirt with sheer top and black strappy heels with shoulder bag. If I am feeling flat I'll go the black option because there's no need to worry about slippage exposing breast.
Most importantly, I always dance up a storm. I love the escape from the shitstorm that is my life. I love that I can go to another place in my head and no one can penetrate into it. For those five or six hours that I am dancing I am safe and happy.
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