It’s finally hot in NYC and I’m busting out my favorite outfits. I love the sun, I love my brown skin, I hate the feeling of most clothes so I like to wear things that are either short or flowy. But there is one major drawback...

Creepers. Creepers everywhere. I’m already in a shit mood, I have places to be, and I really can’t stand dudes yelling out their opinions of my body. It’s like dude, if I cared I’d ask you. I’m looking cute for me and the sun today, not you.