It's outfits like this that make me imagine what it felt like to be Ashanti, standing in her dressing room, rummaging around for all the pieces to this outfit. Wondering if she should tuck the top into her plastic high-waisted ruched leggings; wondering if she could DARE wear it out without the purple satin belt; freaking out because she couldn't remember where she put her fist-sized sparkly earrings, and angrily having to substitute something slightly smaller; lovingly applying that extra dollop of eyelash gel so they clumped into spiky ocular claws.
And then, I imagine what it felt like to be Ashanti's assistant, watching all this happen and thinking privately, "I have GOT to stop letting her eat paste."
And then, I imagine what it felt like to be Ashanti's assistant, watching all this happen and thinking privately, "I have GOT to stop letting her eat paste."
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