farpitzs.

i didn’t know this was a *thing,* but apparently, every girl has — or, rather, should have — a “freakum” dress. according to the inimitable goddess beyonce knowles of destiny’s child fame, there is three minutes and sixteen seconds of explanation as to why having such a piece in your wardrobe is mandatory for any woman hoping to attract a member of the opposite sex. i found mine in this banana republic ruched ditty that i snagged for cheap while i was on poverty row (aka grad school).

after owning said dress for almost two years without wearing it once, i decided to debut it last night at temple. because who knows? maybe it would still fit? granted, i’ve eaten many a cheeseburger since its purchase, but life works in funny ways. end result: i looked good, you guys. like, good. i don’t mean to brag, but it’s been a while since i’ve felt all hey-fellas-look-at-me-i’ve-got-a-sick-body, especially since i typically veer more toward tomboyish simple shapes rather than something as curve-hugging as this little number. please keep in mind that i was also wearing spanx (we can’t all be perfect), though you know what? if it just takes a tight dress and some shapewear to make me feel like a woman again, then whatev; sometimes, it’s nice to remind yourself that, yes, you have a shape and you’re gonna show it off, dammit.

p.s. what does one do when finding their “freakum” dress? take photos, obviously.