Wednesday, August 17, 2011

my lovely turquoise dress. i want to wear it but...

i'm frightened of wearing clothes that i wore the last time you saw me because you'll think...
i don't know what. that i'm smelly? that i'm incapable of turning into other versions of myself with other clothes?

i tend to wear black. what if you've never seen me wear colour?! what if you think that that makes me weird?
I HAVE COLOURS. they're just wrapped up with the comforting black.

if i'm wearing the exact same outfit it makes me feel like i'm a cartoon character that doesn't change his clothes ever for the entire show - that i'm somehow one dimensional and incapable of being a person and being talked and having you as a friend. i'm already timid as fuck in conversations, and feel like i'm pushed out of them when i'm sat there silent for 30 minutes solid - i feel like it's your fault not me being quiet.

btw i hate the word outfit for some reason. maybe because it implies i'm some prissy thing that changes my wardrobe every season; i've had the same clothes most of my life. and only just in the last 2 years have i felt comfortable and nice in what i've worn.

attractiveness is quietly important to me at all times, which makes me retch but it's a powerful chain.