fashion icon (accidentally)

My socks didn’t match and I didn’t care.

One was inside-out, the other—nowhere.

I’ve worn them on heels, I’ve worn them on hands,

Call it a statement, call it unplanned.

People laughed, told me to change—

I looked at them, said, “Nah. Who cares?”

They said it’s fashion—I said it’s fate.

I showed up late and still looked great.

If socks define me, then I’m a mess—

But I’m comfy, cute, and stressed.

So go ahead—judge all you want.

I’ll be wearing my socks and heels from now on.