Cora likes clothes. A lot. Just like her mother. And the fact of the matter is, I respect her for it - for her instinct to wear 2, nay, 3 skirts at a time to "make it bigger," or her complete confidence that a leopard-print bandana is exactly the right accessory for her cheetah-print jeans. I only wish I had the nerve, honestly. So yes, I may allow myself to live just a bit through Cora's clothing choices. I may enjoy her madness more than I should. But hell, clothing is a language and Cora's outfits speak volumes. Before peer pressure, trends and youthful insecurity take hold, I want to celebrate Cora and What She Wore. Thank God for little girls.
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