People think I’m classy. Maybe it’s because I make it look that way. I look calm, composed, sometimes soft even, but truth is I’m not simple at all. I’m complicated. I’m complex. I feel deeply, I think a lot, and yes, I do shout. I do scream like a lunatic sometimes. But to make me get there, you really need to piss me off badly. Otherwise, I’m actually very composed. Elegant even.
Maybe it’s age. I’m not twenty anymore, and thank god for that. I don’t have that kind of slang, that chaotic energy. I’ve grown into myself. I love elegance. I love high heels, skirts, dresses, and a perfect red lipstick. I guess I just see myself as a woman, not a girl. I don’t fool around to impress anyone. I’m not here to chase trends or fit into this new version of what’s considered “cool.”
I think nylons are fucking sexy. Not for the camera, not for a post. I mean wearing a dress, nylons, and heels while I’m having dinner with my man. That’s elegance. That’s sensuality. That’s womanhood.
I’ve always been elegant. Even when I wear a tracksuit. Even when I wear nothing. It’s in the way I move, the way I carry myself. I’m not into today’s fashion. I don’t like Juicy Couture. I don’t like glitter, sparkles or that cheap shiny look. I’m more of an old money kind of woman. I don’t do it intentionally, it’s just who I am.
I pay attention to details, the way colors blend, the texture of fabric, how things fit, how they make me feel. I’ll never wear cheap looking things. I’m not talking about price. I’m talking about the vibe. There’s a difference between something inexpensive and something that looks cheap.
A few days ago I was scrolling through TikTok and saw some nightlife videos from Manchester. Some girls looked sexy, but 99.9% of them looked like walking disasters. Short dresses that barely hold, walking like little ducks on broken heels, crying drunk on the street over some guy they met a few days ago who never called them back. Where’s the beauty in that? What happened?
Maybe it’s just my age. Maybe it’s because I’m European. Or maybe it’s because I was raised around women who understood that sexy doesn’t mean desperate. Especially Eastern European women, we’re just built differently. We’re elegant as fuck. We’re women. We’re classy. And that’s real power.
