How I Became A Pimp


It all started one day when my dad innocently put one of his pimp hats on my head.  That girl didn’t stand a chance of being the same person again ever since.

My walk changed, my strut changed, my attitude changed, my fashion sense changed.  Now you know!  It runs in the family.

Move back and give me room, people!  THERE’S NO STOPPING ME NOW!

So, if you have nothing else to do today, find pictures of yourself as a young-un and see if you still have the same fashion sense now that you had then.  See if there was a specific moment in time that made you the person you are today.

Take-Away Life Lesson:  Never underestimate the power that just one accessory can have on transforming who you become in life.

Pimpin’ At Fashion Week

27 thoughts on “How I Became A Pimp

  1. OMG, you were so adorable!! 😀 I know for a fact I am nothing like I was as a kid fashion-wise. Teenage Nicole was a pop princess desperately trying to be one of the Spice Girls, but now I wear far too much black and can barely move in my black skinny jeans! lol 😀

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