Okay, okay, you’re laughing, looking at my clothes. I have never spent lots of money for what I wear, and always admired people who have sophisticated tastes for what they own and surround themselves with fine things. Some people have sense. I have none.
As a teenager, I wanted to be cool, wearing those trendy clothes like my friends did. But, I had no money. To be accepted by peers, I wore eccentric and assured personality. Phew…
Once I became an adult and started to have occasions to dress up and go out, I must admit, even I – a tomboy – enjoyed it. Though uncomfortable and self-conscious in fancy clothes and heels, being watched and desired made me think that I slightly looked good. I was young and had an escort. Wearing a certain amount of tension and having someone to fasten the hook on the back did me good.
Since I live alone and have no social obligation to be seen in public, I now wear my husband’s t-shirts. They are functional in the jungle, help comfort me, and have no hook on the back. Perfect.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Clothes (May) Make the (Wo)man.”
“How important are clothes to you? Describe your style, if you have one, and tell us how appearance impacts how you feel about yourself.”