Sometimes I hate the things I wear unless they are comfortable and they look good on me. I hate the color pink. Oh boy, I can't handle that color for my life. If someone wanted me to wear it, I would be a bitch all day, because when I don't like what I wear I tend to act like a five year old brat who won't shut up and complains about every little thing. "Mommy! Johnny's touching my leg! Mommy tell him to stop it now! Mommy, he's hurting me and touching me!" *this is the car ride to a far away place and the mother is trying to stay sane, it's only five minutes into the trip and she already wants to drop them all off on the side of the road.* Well mommy wants her to shut her big mouth and that's how annoying I can be if you put me in a pink article of clothing. It ain't pretty the way pink should be, that's for sure. Anyways, my clothing has to make me feel like I have indivdual pride, if you know what I mean. I love the occasional plaid flannel and the old riped up comfy jeans that you never have the heart to wash because they will loose their soft feeling.
You know how whenever you wash jeans they get all stiff? I hate that. I never wash my jeans unless I really need to, not only for that reason, but when I do wash them I always need to wear them as soon as I put them in the wash. Like the other day, I was going to go to Cj Baramores with my boyfriend for his birthday. We had a wonderful time, but I couldn't wear my favorite jeans cause they needed to be washed and my mom didn't even have the washer started by the time I walked out the door.
I hate it when you wear a shirt in a store to try it on and you look stunning in it, but when you take it home and hang it up in your closet and you go to wear it the next day, it looks like poop on you and you want to take it back right away. What a waste of gas, time, and spirit.
The problem with me is if I don't like what I am wearing I'll change a thousand times before walking downstairs. My dad loves to go and make comments and say, "Oh that looks stupid with those shorts." OR my favorite comment of his, "You're gonna wear that out tonight?" *Stuggling frown face*
There is only one thing I like about clothes, they express an individual's emotions and their personality. Everyone knows that! So I am happy that I can wear what I chose to! I just hope the clothing monster next to my window [aka my giant pile of clothes I just threw to the side] won't eat me one day in spite of me ignoring it for so long!
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