I just passed an old teacher. If asked to describe her, the first word that comes to mind is dowdy; she has a deeply interesting sense of style. The weird part is, she doesn't fit the dowdy old lady stereotype. She's petite, and probably around 25 - there's so much she could do with her appearance. But she dresses in old lady sweaters and mom jeans, pairs sneakers with long flared skirts. I don't know why she does this. I don't see how she can think this looks good. Most of all, I don't see how she has the confidence to leave her apartment looking like a bag lady every morning.
I am aware that this is a mean, mean thing to say and I just want to make it clear that I love her and don't judge her for her choice of garb. I just don't understand it.
Then it occurs to me that maybe she's comfortable. God knows I strive to be comfortable in my clothes, and even though I put a lot of thought into how I dress, I rarely am. And maybe she's so comfortable dressing like that because it isn't about the clothes to her. Maybe its about her skin. Maybe shes one of the few people who knows how to be comfortable in it.
I am aware that this is a mean, mean thing to say and I just want to make it clear that I love her and don't judge her for her choice of garb. I just don't understand it.
Then it occurs to me that maybe she's comfortable. God knows I strive to be comfortable in my clothes, and even though I put a lot of thought into how I dress, I rarely am. And maybe she's so comfortable dressing like that because it isn't about the clothes to her. Maybe its about her skin. Maybe shes one of the few people who knows how to be comfortable in it.
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