Music festivals. We all know and love them. The freedom, lowered inhibitions and space to just be utterly yourself. God I miss them.
It was the summer after I graduated and was heading out to start the next chapter of my life. A huge well known tour was coming to a town about an hour away and it promised to be a blast. A few of my girlfriends and I decided we had to go live it up.
I’ve always been a bit self conscious about my figure (or rather lack thereof….thank you IBTC), but when it comes to dressing for festival outfits, that can actually be a plus. I decided to go all out, stereotypical festival girl, less is best and I’ll hope for the best. Think: bikini bottoms with neon fishnets over them, electric tape Xs over my nipples and lots of glitter (and of course a smile).
We made it to the huge night show on an outdoor stage, thousands of people in a giant mass of humanity just in tune to the beats blaring from the speakers, grinding, vibing, and just living life. A caught sight of a cute guy in the crowd and made my way away from my friends over to him and started dancing on him.