They say love takes over the heart, body and soul – a feverish obsession leaving its prey speechless and impassioned. Like a burning sensation, love smolders its victims with sometimes unrelenting fires.
For those of you who know me, I enjoy calling the shots. Love? Ha, that can’t touch me. Or can it? I think of myself as the fire-breathing dragon that decides who gets burned – with a touch of love or without. Cupid’s cutesy arrow can’t compare to the potency of a blazing flame.
I was the kid who gave everyone a Valentine’s Day card in elementary school because I never wanted to get on people’s bad side. Fifteen years later, I transformed into the vicious winged beast I speak of today. If I fancy you, fine. If I don’t fancy you, or you don’t show your affection properly, then it’s time to say farewell. Like every good dragon, I look after myself. Simply charring those in my way makes for a fulfilling day; after all, I don’t have time to waste, so I might as well make it productive. Burn, baby burn.
So, I dressed myself with tender loving care this morning. I thought to myself, in the wise words of RuPaul, “If you don’t love yourself, how in the hell are you gonna love anybody else?” As such, I draped my body with red pants as an ode to Valentine’s Day, along with a blazer with satin piping and a tuxedo shirt. The cherry on top? A black and white polka dotted bow tie.
At this point in time, I don’t know if I’ll even see my Valentine today. But it’s alright, because I don’t dress to impress potential Valentines – I dress to impress myself. And that, my fire-breathing friends, is the true beauty of personal style. Strike a pose, and work it.
Blazer – Bild (German brand)
Shirt – Thrifted
Jeans – Zara
Shoes – Florsheim
Bow tie – a gift from my friend, Jody
Happy Valentine’s Day!