I need to grow up and stop giving a damn about what people think.
I changed my shoes three times before leaving for class visitation day at my recent 25th high school reunion. I wore capris and dressed the part of "Muffy." All to run into three former teachers, one classmate and two other women I knew. I should have worn my signature jeans, t-shirt and tennis shoes. I would have been more comfortable. Likewise I tried on three different shirts before meeting two women for dinner out. It's not a date (I said this to myself and, later, them), and I knew they wouldn't care. Still...
I am not in high school any more. I am a grown woman. I am not a fashion plate, and never will be. You can dress me up and I'll still look like I rolled out of bed. Doesn't look like I'll change so, why do I care? Will I always be this insecure?
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