Good Girls Have Urges Too

I accepted, quite arduously, that identity is fluid. That has made my life SO much smoother. It's easier to stomach judgments, I'm more comfortable with doing what I wanna do when I wanna do it, I've thrashed the idea of 'the real becca' which really = the old becca, which now technically doesn't exist because it's all just one Becca.

It had something to do with living what I believed. For all the arts philosophies I admire, ie. flows and ambiguities, I seem to tell myself that I have to be hard-edged and boring and 'professional' and, well, that nerdy, squary product of Singaporean school. They'd consider that a success story. But I let that go and decided hey, if I admire musicians and artists and writers, and I am in many ways so much like them, why the hell aren't I allowing myself to be just that?

It reminded me so much of the day I allowed myself to dress the way I admired/liked. Be the girl I looked at on the street and admired without telling myself that I'm not cool enough. That's why today I have the spunky skirts, boring tops, covered-up outfits, pretty dresses, bikinis, tomboy outfits, tights and sexy pieces. Yep, all.