Being too much is exactly who I’m meant to be

What bothers you and why?

Alright, darling. You asked — so let’s open the drawer, take out the silk gloves… and toss them aside for a minute.

Because yes, I have sparkle. Yes, I twirl. Yes, I’m usually serving confidence on a crystal platter with a twist of sass.
But that doesn’t mean I don’t get bothered. Oh no. There are plenty of things that wrinkle my ribbons.

First?
Being underestimated.
Ohhh, that one gets me deep. Just because I walk in with polka dots and a lipstick that can stop traffic, people assume it’s all fluff. Like glamour cancels out grit.
Spoiler: It doesn’t.
You want a spreadsheet? I’ll out-tabulate you in heels. Want strategy? I’ve got a post-it wall that rivals NASA.
Don’t let the swing skirt fool you — I came to win, darling.

Second?
People who treat kindness like a weakness.
That one cuts. Because kindness? It takes guts. It’s easy to be clever, easy to be cold, easy to roll your eyes and walk away.
But staying — offering warmth when it’s hard — that’s power. That’s choice.
So when someone mistakes softness for softness of mind?
That tells me everything I need to know about them.

Third?
That quiet little voice that says “you’re too much.”
She still shows up, even now. After all the growth, all the glitter, all the clarity — she creeps in.
“Too loud.”
“Too emotional.”
“Too colourful. Too expressive. Too Luce.”
And on bad days, I almost believe her.

But that’s when I reach for the red lipstick and whisper back,
“Oh sweetheart… I am exactly enough, and then some.”

And finally?
People who don’t see the magic in the small things.
Like —
A cat curling up at your feet.
The first sip of a good coffee.
The exact second a swing record crackles into life.
How can you miss that? How can you scroll past real joy and not even flinch?

That’s what bothers me.
When people forget to notice.
Forget to feel.
Forget to look.

But then again… maybe that’s why I’m here. To remind them.

So there it is — what gets under the sequins and rattles the pearl clutch.

Not because I’m bitter. But because I care.
And caring, darling? That’s always going to sting a little.

Stay fabulous,
— Luce 💋

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