I just really like crop tops.
Listen: I don't care if I have a six-pack or look like I obviously just ate an entire Thanksgiving turkey by myself, nothing feels so good as letting that belly hang out. First of all, I sweat a lot. Which is fine by me, I honestly don't give a fuck (oh hai), EXCEPT after running through crowded sidewalks and squishing into subways all day: by the time I get home my shirt is uncomfortably damp. BUT with crop tops my torso is out in the breeze!
. . .The 30-40 degree breeze, because I'm writing this post in February! So. . . I'm going to backtrack a bit and venture to say that if you share the same enthusiasm I have for crop tops, that we all wait until spring—at the earliest—to fully show it. Or if you couldn't give two shits and have a thing for belly bite, do you.
J. Crew belt
Loeffler Randall slipons
World Market necklace