We all have those days when we can lay out 10 outfits in front of us and still feel indecisive. When really, no one cares what you wear more than your own self.
Sometimes we look completely fine, even good, in something, but we still look at the mirror unsatisfied. Because we are our own worst critics.
It’s called hormones.
I used to go wailing to my mom and dad’s room with 5 tops for them to choose from. “Is this nicer, or is this nicer??”
“Where are you going?” Mom would ask.
“The pharmacy. I’m out of shampoo.”
Mom would usually ignore me, so I’ll have to consult Dad. He’s probably on the phone, so he’ll do hand gestures and choose one. I’ll still think it’s not nice. And in the end, I will put everything on the bed, sit helplessly in one corner and sigh, “I HAVE NOTHING TO WEAR!”
I realise that only ungrateful twats say that.
Of course you have SOMETHING to wear, you just can’t decide. Or sometimes you have fat days and you just can’t FIT them. Sigh….that’s like Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday for me. I put on so much weight in London…OK let’s not get into that, I will mend this broken heart and cellulite by myself.
So anyway, instead of saying “I have nothing to wear” when we don’t know what to wear, we now shall say in the morning, “What shall I wear today?” with a big smile on our faces.
An adorable jumper from Oasis