~ Bindi on a Bad Bunny ~

I love wearing ‘bindis’. I don’t nearly wear them as much as I love them for which I’d like to casually blame my social conditioning. As a girl you are almost always encouraged to wear a bindi with an Indian outfit. Its supposed to be the socially ‘right’ thing to do according to a lot of aunties. And I’m not using the word aunty in a derogatory manner at all. These are the aunties that all of us have in our families, the ones we love to hate, the ones who talk too loudly, the ones who opine too much, the ones who tell you how you should dress and behave as a lady (coz God forbid they find out you’re NOT one), etc etc. By now you either know the aunties I’m talking about or you have been lucky enough to not have any in your family cirle.
Getting back to bindis. All aunties tell you how your Indian outfit is incomplete without a bindi. So did mine. As any ‘normal’ person would, I had the child-like reaction of complete rebellion. Hated bindis – the sight and thought of wearing any. That was until the voices of the aunties faded out in the recent years. And by faded out I don’t mean they stopped talking…I just stopped giving a fuck. That’s when I truly fell in love with bindis. In their small way they somehow make a person look so unique, even aloof. Atleast to me. So from time to time I like wearing a bindi EVEN with my non Indian outfits (me secretly smiling while the aunties in my head cringe at my ‘fashion choice’) FUN.
Would you wear a bindi with a non-Indian outfit?
Bindi on a Bad Bunny
Jacket: Vintage | Bunny skeleton top: Gift | Black Denims: Mango | Shoe: ALDO |

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