Red flags.

They sit like poppies in the field of my 20/20 hindsight. Tall. Proud. Showing a moment in time when I should’ve picked another path, another option, another friend. Reminding me of how shit my judgement is sometimes, and how many times I’ve silently thought ‘it’s just one, it’s OK’.

It’s never just one. 

They’re never OK.

This post comes with a content warning in regards to harrassment/abuse in the workplace. And by workplace I mean studio. You are more than welcome to tab out if you don’t want to read, or just look at and comment on the outfit. Originally, I wanted to use these photos for another post, but I think they fit well here.