Shoes: Thrifted – Skirt: Thrifted – Top: Forever21 – Necklace: Thrifted
So, remember back when I said I was attacked by a tomato? I was being 100% serious. I’m allergic to tomatoes, but only the raw kind (enter some such nonsense about proteins or enzymes that break down when they’re cooked), so when I went out for Italian and ordered something that had tomatoes in it, I ate it… a lot of it. Those little red monsters looked like they had been cooked, but I guess I was wrong.
Early the next morning I woke up with an all too familiar feeling of itchy tingling lips, then they started to swell, then the fun part came when my whole top lip blistered over… Yeah, when I go out in public looking like that I feel the sudden urge to scream, “I do NOT have leprosy!” Somehow, I decided that, no matter how much better screaming said words may make me feel, shouting random words (including leprosy) in pubic would not make me look any better than a nasty face. So, I stayed in my house and didn’t leave for about a week.
To summarize, I hate tomatoes, they hate me, I DON’T have leprosy, and I would make a very good hermit.
-The Tomato HATING Kelley