I don’t like my clothes. I just don’t seem to care about them as much as others do. Maybe my dislike in putting outfits together outweighs my feelings about being fashionable. I see clothes and I think “Oh that looks nice” and “Oh I would wear that”, but I hardly ever buy it. I’m the person who sees an outfit on display in a store and will have to buy the whole thing because I cannot put together an outfit myself. I’m a tomboy and this is one of the girly skills that was lost on me. I know I’m not a completely lost case when it comes to fashion because I work with middle schoolers and they would let me know if I look ridiculous, as would my mother. I just don’t think it’s worth my time or money to fret over the latest fashion and go shopping.
I’m just a simple girl who would rather wear jeans and a t-shirt. I want my clothes to be comfortable and fit well. I don’t mind dressing up every now and then, but I’m more me when I’m wearing jeans and a shirt. While my lack of styling abilities and distaste for shopping factor into this, I just don’t want my clothes to limit what I do. I’m on a break and in project mode which means I will make a mess or three and I don’t need to be wearing clothes I will ruin. I’m the girl who will get bleach spatters on her shirt and have no idea how they got there despite valiant efforts to not spill a drop. I’m just me and sometimes I’m a little messy.
So why fight what’s in me and makes me comfortable? I spent my teenage years being told to wear my hair differently and change-up my style and I just didn’t care then either. I went to school to learn, not to walk a freaking runway down the hall. I don’t care to shop but a few times a year and I’d rather have a few things I love and wear with confidence over something that makes me uncomfortable. Yes, I resonate with the Character Andy from The Devil Wears Prada and Sandra’s Bullock’s character pre Gracie-Lu Freebush transformation in Miss Congeniality. While those may be slightly exaggerated, I get it. I don’t think a massive make over will revolutionize my life either.
I think I’m just over people telling me what to wear and how to wear it. I commend my friends that have way more style than me and get this whole clothes buying and wearing thing. I admire them for this life skill that was lost on me.
Standing in my closet drains my energy and I don’t want to give my energy to clothes and the social implications our clothing choices have. So no, I don’t really care what you think about my clothes.
Besides, you’re not supposed to judge a book by its cover.