It may not look like it on the reg, but my style is rooted in chola. This is thanks to my big sister, cousins and their collective crew that were just the most badass bitches I had ever and probably will ever see. They taught me how to wrap my bun in a bandana, how to sharpen my winged eyeliner to razor points, and that every piece of clothing I could ever need was waiting for me at the army surplus–from baggy Ben’s to a canvas belt with a big “B” on the slide buckle. Although if I needed black house slippers and hoodless windbreakers, I’d have to take my gordita ass to Kmart, homes. But one style staple I never got to embrace from my Mexican roots was the bright, woven tapestry of a zarape.
These colors, mang. Again, I use things that are totally not neutrals as neutrals, like GOLD FUCKING LEOPARD PRINT, to give them room to pop.
And pop, they dooo.
I remember my mom went to Mazatlan with her girlfriends when I was young enough for it to feel like a year even though it was probably a four-day weekend. She came back with a doll wearing a dress just like this skirt. Really wish I had kept. Would have been one hell of a photo opp. Tonta.
Oh well. Seeing the city in my sunnies almost makes up for what could have been. Anyway, everyone should check out Mi Vida Boutique. They are based in LA and took a custom order on this skirt to accommodate my plus-size culo. All I had to do was email them! Check them out right meow. Also, buy me this pin, pleece:
Gold leopard crop top | Rue 107 (last season)
Zarape skirt | Mi Vida Boutique
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