sunny yellow blouse + gay little pinky ring

the 2nd gayest thing about me's gotta be the amount of zoomed in fotos of hands on my camera roll.

my father insisting on swagging my baby ass out with gold earrings and a gold name bracelet my family couldn't really afford doesn't come anywhere near relevant on the globally average parent's metre of what warrants ethical debate. like are you kidding me why are we talking about this. idc i didn't have a choice i was happy chewing on my own fists at the time hello. also crucially even the thought of seeing baby pictures of myself, a mixed baby of the 90s, without teeny tiny creoles in my ears is nothing short of disgraceful, my father and i would be having words rn

(you can find it on the internet archive, full access!)