Three inches. Or 7.62 cm if you happen to live somewhere that has a measuring system that makes actual sense. Which I do not. Why this seemingly arbitrary measure of distance? Well, to me, three inches is not insignificant. The Earth sank three inches under the weight of the Flooded Amazon back in 2005. There's a Canadian sextet called Three Inches of Blood that plays heavy metal music. Three inches is also the least amount of heel I agree to wear, before I turn to flats. However to me, three inches represents something I lack. In height. And if one more person decides to inform me that I should try out for the sub-5'7'' ANTM cycle, I will shank that person. And their mother. Welcome to my blog.
Also, my belly button piercing hurts.
[photograph by Hubert Jenq. top - romeo and juliet couture. shorts - originally wet seal pants destroyed by yours truly.]