I'm going to bitch about clothes, sorry. I have not had a cigarette or coffee yet today so it will be angry and may or may not make any sense.
I have a total of about three or four shirts that would be appropriate for the businessplace, and most of them look shabby and worn. I have two pairs of khakis, one all stained and torn from working food service and the other a mens' pair that are not only way too big but also on their way to the same state. I have one pair of serviceable black pants that were all torn up by kitten claws.
I never know what to wear. Whenever I put on anything besides jeans and a t-shirt, I immediately feel like I'm in a costume of some sort, playing another person. I like dressing in fun things, but whenever I put on a skirt or a low-cut shirt I can feel the fibers start seeping into my DNA and I am not who I was a moment ago. I go out with friends or whatever and I enjoy myself, but the entire time my mind is occupied with the same thoughts over and over "How do these clothes look? How do I look in these clothes? How does my ass look? Do I look like I am trying too hard? Do I look like an oblivious fat girl who's trying to be trendy?"
I feel as though I'm drawing attention to myself by wearing certain things, which is selfish, and slutty.
I can't afford new clothes. I just, like, can't, and it is a frustrating situation. I don't know what to wear to work because whenever I try to ask questions about things I get subtle non-answers, like "Oh, you know, whatever! Just professional!" And I don't know if the person really means that or if they will see what I wear and judge me, thinking I am not taking things seriously, or that I don't care.
I am going to cry I need to stop this nonsense now.
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