Hi. First of all, my sixteen year old self back in the day would have never called herself a Wildfox, even though she was. Rocking gold studden heels and bubblegum pink hair at prom, cat liner in history class and zebra printed leggings at lunch break. Now at 20 I feel confident enough to scream it out loud: I AM A WILDFOX AND PROUD OF IT! Cookie dough lover and fashion mistress, mixing and matching, white smile flashing bright in the sun blinding, blinding, shining. Own what you have, thighs, breasts and hips all together, even that nose you find so annoying in the mirror every morning. Like a famous Lady would say : you were born this way baby! A wildfox at heart… <3
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