Unless I’m being overly dramatic, I feel like every girl needs that “weighing scale” that is a dress. I know it sounds weird, but meet my peach weighing scale.
This dress is the one dress in my wardrobe that tells me,
*Insert dramatic black lady accent*
“Girl get back to those pilates” or
“Giiirl I see no booty there, get back to those squats and stop looking like a walking log.”
Though my worst indicator is my zipper! This one is mean, this one reminds me of my bad sugar decisions, my stress eating days and with no mercy tells me
“Girl this is no maternity dress boo!”
Weird conversations I have with this dress just keep me in shape and I love it too much to outgrow it! So YES to my peach scale! I will wear it until my boobs are too saggy to pull off that cleavage!
Now tell me what is your “weighing scale?” in your wardrobe?
I paired this outfit with a pair of metalic heels just to keep it simple.
This is my ultimate party dress when I know I’ll be drinking champagne not shooters that will make me wear my heels on my palms as I walk out!
Photography: Micheal Khateli
Dress: Malia Baroque
Shoes: Instyle Kenya