I feel like the shirt I’m wearing, last summer’s famous Target shirt, requires me to be going somewhere that involves sand, beaches, some type of sea animal or like…anything involving something super summery. Where am I going in this shirt? To a lunch of nachos. That’s right. I’m wearing this to go eat a plate of gigantic, queso-laden, shredded chicken, garlic aioli goodness known as Fuzzy’s Taco Shop nachos. Do I have any regrets about eating a gigantic plate that was probably meant for two people? No. Was it worth shaving my legs for? Heck yes. Was it worth the almost walk of shame I had when carrying that empty tray to the counter? It is alllwaayyysss worth it.
Shirt: Target (sold out)
Shorts: Gap (exact)
Bag: H&M (similar but $$$)
Bracelet: C/O Hello Cheeseburger
So basically I just wrote an entire paragraph about how I will not stand for nacho shaming, you should be able to freely eat your own gargantuan plate of queso-laden goodness and dress up for the occasion.