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.

Author: D. A. M. Steelman

I could get through life just fine quoting heavy metal lyrics.

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