A few items

[slemslempike]

Is there anything better than being really quite hungry, yet too lazy to go downstairs to get food, and then unexpectedly finding half a bag of gummy sweets in the folds of the duvet? I have to say no, there isn't.

Via ankaret - You Don't Have to Be Pretty. I love this. I have a friend who persists in saying things like "oh, she would look so much better in a nice pencil skirt" and telling me that I should wear more brown instead of black, when I love black, and also rather hate pencil skirts.

Comments

[slightlyfoxed.livejournal.com]

That link rocked. It was a big shift for me when I realised that I didn't need to 'make the best of myself' - conform to some kind of abstract idea of how I would look right. I think that's when I started to actually express myself through my clothes. I am quite happy to think 'Yes, I might look "better" in a different outfit, but I would look less like me.'

(More brown? Pfft.)

And just as importantly, I realised that other people didn't neccessarily strive to look their 'best' either - that they could happily go out knowing they looked ridiculous, or overdone, or underdone, just for fun. That distinction comes back to me whenever I hear someone saying 'They dress like X, therefore they must be [disturbed, attention seeking, depressed]' and I think 'No - possibly you think that if you were to dress like that, it would mean that you were [X], but it can't really be generalised.'

That was a bit rambling. Ta for the link, though.

[slemslempike.livejournal.com]

I never really got the hang of dressing, and always felt vageuly ashamed for not caring about what I looked, and being reassured wherever I looked that yes, people were judging me for it. So I liked the link because it makes me relax more, and think that I can wear the comfortable tops that make me look like all my spare flesh has been pressed into service around my midriff and not care.