I’d hardly call myself natty… and honestly, the word sounds nothing like the meaning. If someone asked me what I thought natty meant, I would tell them disheveled and ragged. But I looked it up and it means the opposite. Now I have a new word in my vocabulary.
Her natty outfit made me jealous. I stood next to her in my ripped bluejeans and a hoodie that hadn’t been washed in a month. Feelings of shame rose in my belly as I stole looks at her navy blue blazer (with one button open) over a crisp, white t-shirt. She also wore ripped jeans, but hers were store bought and looked better with her ankle boots than my dirty jeans did with the bobos and broken laces.
I made up my mind right then and there. I was going to get clean and sober. I was going to live my life the right way and get myself a great pair of shoes. People would soon be able to look at me and use the word natty when they talked about me.
That woman’s natty appearance gave me hope.