Why do I stick with the more-comfortable but often-boring clothes in my wardrobe instead of the more daring and exciting pieces I own, some of which I even designed and made? Why do I always gravitate towards the safe option?
Why don't I feel like shaving my legs so I rock a skirt more often (and yes, I know you don't have to shave to wear a skirt, but with my pale skin and dark body hair, I really can't stand the way my bare legs look in a skirt unless I do so)?
Why do I even own a pair of mom-jeans? I mean really, what's up with that? And worse yet, why am I wearing them while I'm sitting here typing this?
Why don't I have a cool pair of flats to wear with jeans or skirts? This is a major lacuna in my wardrobe.
Why don't I feel arsed to wear the little bit of makeup necessary to make the difference between "meh" and "pretty nice"? Why am I still, at the tender age of 35, so bad at styling my own damn hair?
None of these questions have easy answers, really. On the one hand, I so often feel woefully underqualified to lead a FAT-shion revolution, given my own love-hate relationship with clothing and its accoutrements. On the other hand, I guess there's nothing like a general who leads from the trenches, and knowing that you're not alone.
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