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It’s Complex.

I remember having a conversation with a good friend of mine a few years ago. She was falling in love with a man who was not her “usual” type. Naturally, she ended up marrying him. At the time we poked fun at the way he dressed and I told her that my deal breaker would be a man that wore Toms. Still, I said “He treats you good. You can change the way a person dresses, but not their personality“. Then, she explained that when you care about someone that much, you won’t even care about trivial things like the way they dress. You won’t even want to care. I didn’t want to believe her, but I knew there was truth to it. I’m still burning them Toms though.

Fast forward to the other day when my homie sent me this Complex list of “Unstylish Clothing Items Every Guy Needs To Burn Right Now”. I cringed as I went through the list, taking screen shots and mass texting them all while face palming to each item. I realized that the man I was in like with WAS the list.

I then realized that I didn’t care. 

The same girl that once said, “What am I supposed to do? I can’t NOT have swag” didn’t give a flying fuck. The rumors were true. When you’re genuinely into someone beyond physicalities, everything else seems petty. Ya’ll don’t understand. I am the queen of petty. But when you appreciate or at least accept someone for who they are, you don’t care about the shoes they wear. How ill fitting their pants are, or outdated their shirt is. Nothing on the outside seems important.

As for the mess on the inside? That, unfortunately is way more complex.

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