Money, Money, Money - ABBA

Flashy diamond jewellery, designer handbags, streaked hair, sunglasses on top of heads, heels too high to imagine they could be walked in.

 

I felt out of place in my tiny pink pearl earrings, last years clothes, unstreaked hair, and flat (probably second-hand) shoes from Sunday market.

 

Do their lives really only revolve around what they wear, who they meet and what's in and what's not?

 

Junz suggested I join that committee too, but ugh, never in a million years could I ever fit in with them, and would ever want to.

 

I'm perfectly happy with my friends in their dated clothes, tied up hair, old cellphones and intelligent conversations. I'd rather know a person who's comfortable in their own skin, rather than wade through layers upon layers of foundation, sheer clothing, and pretentiousness.