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Day One Hundred Thirty-Seven:  Forgot to pack my invisibility cloak

I was thinking today hanging out with my coworker (and newly great friend) Jess about how it doesn’t matter at all what I’m wearing.  It’s such a simple, silly thing to have a realisation about, but in all reality…  Does it matter?  She couldn’t tell what I was wearing from the next person, and although I like to look cute, does it really matter?  As long as I am cosy?  Why don’t I just wear and feel things like I do when I’m with her, or my other CNIB friends?  Or the blind kids?  Gosh, those are the best days.

When I’m at camp I wear oversized jean shorts, mix-matched socks and a variety of different cosy tshirts.  My batman tshirt, old Gap shirts, long sleeved shirts from schools that I no longer go to, and an assortment of other things that really are about how I can keep cool or wear for a long time not thinking about how I look but focusing on how efficiently I can get things done.

Why don’t I dress like this everyday? Well, despite the obvious reasons that I actually enjoy looking nice at times, it just would be impractical.  I can’t wear that ensemble to a meeting with an employer, or a professor, or to a wedding.  I have dresses for those times, but I think I care too much about what people will think about the shirt I chose specifically to wear for them, despite the fact that they will most likely not realise I made an effort at all.

What is with this obsession to look perfect, anyway?  Impress yourself, people, jeez.

As for me I think I’ll just stick to my comfortable and alright looking.  I think I can deal with that.  I like the way I look and feel usually.  I need to get back into doing yoga regularly, but the surgery has prevented me until next week, so I am hoping after that to get back into it.  Jeez.  Jeez.  I could really use some cuddles… I need a puppy.

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