I Hate My Clothes

Does anyone else hate their clothes? I mean, really, really, dislike all the crap they have in their closet. Every morning I look at my options: a mix of post Faith clothes given to me by people who have lost weight, or wanted to get rid of clothing rejects, pre Faith clothes that are all two years old, either slightly out of style or too small (still!), and finally randmom stuff that is AT LEAST 5 years old, and a hold on from my college or even high school days. I'll put on something, look at myself in the mirror, and wish I didn't look like either 1) a middle aged housewife
2) an uncool twenty something wearing the outfit of a 17 year old, or 3) someone who would show up on Ricki Lake for a "make over show".

This isn't about low self esteem; it is about recognizing bad outfits when I see them. Part of the problem is that I can't wear jeans to work. If I could wear jeans, and not try to throw together "nice outfits", it wouldn't be so bad.

that said, An obvious remedy for this is to go shopping. Unfortunately, money and time won't permit this right now, so I am wierdly trying to embrace it. If I look like a 40 year old librarian, so what. But please friends, if you see me in tapered chinos with a sweater with kittens on it, intervene.

Looking back

The last couple of days I've been reading the journal I wrote during my 4th grade year. It is pretty hilarious. Classroom drama was intricate and friendships all important. I devoted whole entries to relaying whom was passing notes to whom and what it meant in terms of who like me or didn't. I was also struck by how all the little things stick in kids minds; like how I thought during a field trip to Buffalo that the most exciting thing was seeing a two-story McDonalds. Reading the journal was like strangly seeing an old dear friend--I was intimatly familiar with every thing on the pages, yet I was also a different person than a 10 year old girl. It also made me want to really start writing with more regularity in my journal--it is so interesting to look back and see how you were at a certain point in time. With that said, does this count?