This Thing Called Okay

A Woman Like Her.. Part I

The red ribbon was intertwined with her braided hair, contrasting to the black strands slipping loose; her silhouette in shades of blue against her fair skin. The woman's lips were outlined with a nude rose colour looking delightful with her dangerous eyes, a fawn iris peeking from behind her bold mascara. From the tight sheer material of her dress it was clear she had an hourglass figure and on the back of her neck there's a single freckle that looks as if a shape of a star, perfectly imperfect. Her leg is a canvas of tattoos trailing up her backside, making you wonder what she's covering up. And she walks making a statement with a powerful stance.