Ruffles + Plaid and things that make me mad

I hate that I cannot stray away from the vintage prep look. It’s starting to get on my nerves. I should be able to change styles with a little bit of discipline and thought, but it’s difficult once you have figured out what sort of image you think looks best on you. Don’t you ever think it’s unfair that how you naturally look often determines everything else—how you are treated, what clothes are most flattering, your job, your mood, etc.?

Despite the task of learning to accept your own appearance, you are still faced with the hard-hitting reality of how everyone else perceives you. You can learn to ignore other people’s opinions of you, of course. It’s very difficult, however, especially for us women, who have from day one been measured by our appearances.

Because of how I look, I too have been mistakenly put into the wrong category. The most common misconception people have of me is that I am somehow into really girly and cutesy things (this must not be the first time this has been brought up on here). It sort of bugs me when people assume, because of how they perceive me based on my appearance, that I might like something. I guess some feel that it is somewhat Holmesianly clever to look me up and down and deduce that I am into Gossip Girl or Mad Men. I really cannot stand those shows. I might like the clothes in them, sure, but their dialogue and story (or lack thereof) leave a really awful taste in my mouth.

I am always tempted to change how I dress, because I want to be perceived more like my interests. You can’t just keep changing when you feel like that, though. You can’t control what other people think of you, so you shouldn’t let them determine your life—unless you really believe that it will help you be a better person. That specifically was one of the reasons for me to dress more modestly. During the days when I slip up and wear a dress or a skirt that’s just a tad too short, it’s unbelievable how many disgusting looks and comments I get, especially when not around my husband. That attention is unnecessary, and to me, quite appalling. I don’t understand why girls expose their bodies and just allow themselves to be treated like this.