Guys, I decided to either delight or disappoint you with a morning boob pic. New day, new trip to work.

One fan asked me about my style, so I decided to write a little post about it. It would’ve made more sense to include some photos, but funnily enough, before I started my OnlyFans in November, I had almost never taken pictures of myself. So, as the weather gets warmer, I’ll be posting some different looks.

I don’t have a single defined style—I just wear what I like. I genuinely don’t care what anyone thinks about it (not as some kind of rebellion against society, I just actually don’t care). My favorite colors are black and soft pink. I don’t like clothes that are too strongly associated with a specific subculture (like giant goth metallic shoes and all that).

But my style does have a few key traits.

First, I only wear very comfortable, ergonomic shoes because I walk a lot.

Second, I always wear backpacks to evenly distribute weight on my back.

Third, my style isn’t overly polished—I rarely dress to perfection, and I have no issue wearing wrinkled clothes or not-so-pristine boots. I don’t put together a perfectly matching outfit either.

Which brings me to the fourth point—I unconsciously balance my outfits. If I wear a cute pink sweater, I’ll pair it with black bottoms and chunky walking boots. If I wear a light floral dress, I’ll throw on big hiking sandals. However, I don’t balance the fit of my clothes—I might wear everything oversized or everything tight.

And fifth—I dress for comfort. I’ve been wearing the same sports bra for about five years. My underwear is usually pulled up to my chest and full of holes🥴🥴🥴 I buy socks in the men’s section because they’re softer and have a nice wide, comfy elastic band. I won’t wear anything that pinches, digs in, or feels fragile.

The vast majority of events in life aren’t a fashion show, so you might as well dress comfortably. Most of these “rules” come from hard-earned experience—back in school, I tried to look a certain way, and I was constantly left with red marks from jeans and bras, blistered feet from bad shoes, and the never-ending stress of worrying about how I looked. Screw that.