1. When do you feel at your most attractive?
1. When do you feel at your most attractive?
When I'm having a good hair day and my clothes fit. I've gained a lot of weight recently, and wearing old clothes that are too small doesn't feel as good as wearing larger clothes that suit my body.
2. Do you notice women on the street? If so, what sort of women do you tend to notice or admire?
I feel like I notice people all the time. I couldn't say what always draws me to them. Usually just that they're people, being themselves in the world, probably. I guess I wonder who everybody is.
3. What are some things you admire about how other women present themselves?
I like when women are honest about who they are and about who other people are. That's not to say I dislike "posers" or "fakes." I also don't really like "calling people out." Sometimes we have to pretend to be who we want to be before we can become it. But people who are candid and even-minded are quite nice to be around.
Near the end of my senior year of high school, when I was eighteen, I asked my friend if she thought I dressed frumpy and she said, "Yes." It was good time to reinvent myself anyway, so I asked my mom to take me to the mall, and I mixed up my wardrobe a bit. I can't say it was anything too exciting, it was just better than hoodies and khaki pants that were too big and graphic tees.
You should probably have more than two pairs of shoes and more than one pair of jeans. And maybe more than two bras too. Also, it's okay to spend money on something you really like, especially if the quality is good and it'll last you a long time.
No one will notice if you wear the same pair of pants five days in a row.
Probably the aforementioned one with my friend in high school. Maybe some with my twin sister as well, but nothing specific really comes to mind. Once she told me I looked like a garden gnome in my doofy shoes, but I laughed and still wore them, so not much came from that. Also I got a free wallet with those shoes, so they were like pretty lucky.
I pray for the day I can answer "yes" to all of the above.
I have ten pairs of underwear, and I think we should all be jolly grateful that I do.
Once I bought my friend a ring and I could immediately tell she hated it, so I never risked buying anyone apparel again, except for maybe a t-shirt or something.
All of them really, because I'm just not interested. Aside from the very popular trend of not being naked.
She tended to put comfort over style, though I would certainly say she's more fashionable than me. She isn't eccentric with colors or patterns, though, and neither am I. She does wear jewelry and some makeup, though. I'm about half a foot shorter than she is, as well, yet probably heavier than her, so we are quite different in body type.
Not that I can recall, though my sister would definitely take my clothes, especially after I turned eighteen and had my fashion update.
I hated shopping for clothes until I was twelve, and basically just wore graphic tees and whatever pants were comfiest or most practical. Then I discovered a store with fashion sense I can only describe as "grandma on vacation." I fell in love and dressed that way all through middle school.
On the Fourth of July, I can get away with wearing red, white, and blue at the same time.
"Rubinesque" is my new favorite way to describe the brand of chubby I am. It's just hilarious. Thank you, Ready Player One. Thank you.
An anxious place that wants to be calm but can't quite manage it yet. Lots of sophomoric jokes and questions I should never ask out loud. Indecisive about literally everything. Please don't visit.
Complicated, and unnecessarily so. Frequently anxious, and frequently trying to hide it from the universe. Despite my natural stress, there is nothing I love more than to laugh and be happy, and to share that with others.
I'm wearing black dress pants (yes, I'm at work) with long johns underneath, even though it is nearly May; I am just a big cold baby. I'm wearing a new shirt my sister bought me for Christmas with a sort of gray/black/white striped pattern across it - I wish I knew how to describe it better. I'm wearing a pair of black leather dress shoes that are on their last legs (though you can't tell if you aren't wearing them). My hair is back in a ponytail. As usual, my face is free of any makeup whatsoever. I would love to be good at makeup, but at this point, I feel too nervous and old to look like anything but a clown if I started now. (I'm only twenty-six, but yes, I sure do feel old.)
It's important to whomever it brings joy and purpose to. Fashion is only mildly important to me. To my twin sister, it's a huge part of her life. Making outfits is something she gets passionate about, and it brings her confidence. So it depends on the person.
Anyone, but it''s not a subject I often bring up. I guess my sister would be the main contender. And any friends who have interest in fashion.
Taste is the only way I experience ice cream. As a child, I was also told I wore it, though.
Graduation dresses. I never went to prom, but at my high school and middle school, we wore dresses instead of a cap and gown. What a waste! I'm sure I even thought so at the time.
Wear black underwear on your period.
I'm afraid most of the time. If only every situation I was in allowed for sweat pants and a big sweater and no bra.
My parents taught me pretty little, now that you mention it. As long as it wasn't inappropriate for a situation, I was mostly allowed to wear what I wanted. Hence why that "grandma on vacation" phase even happened. (Thanks, Mom.)
"Is this real life?"
A pond full of frogs.
No pond, no frogs.
Is this clean? Does it smell okay? Does it cover my tummy? Is it soft and cozy? Great, I'm good.
With luck, I will not be stared at.
I chose the outfit vs. someone else chose the outfit.
I'm hoping no camouflage.
I was a white girl in a rich white neighborhood. Clearly it had no influence. Interpret as you will.
I wear a lot more black than I prefer.
You know, somehow I feel like I am not capable of either of those things, now that you mention it.
Pajamas, for sleeping, an activity I enjoy more than I should.
A big jacket and jeans. All too standard.
All you need to have a man's body is to identify as a man. I identify as a woman and always have, so no, I haven't.
"There I am! I was right there."
Usually if it has to do with clothes, I'm missing them, and I'm trying to find them.
Bikini... too much skin.
More dresses and skirts I guess. I have no problem with my legs, other than I think they look best shaven and I'm too lazy to do that.
No. But it's not the worst.
If I don't wear a camisole, I feel like my belly button is on display for the entire world.
I had a necklace with a bunch of black pentagons framed in gold. My sister took that too!
A gray wool sweater with a cute cross-stitch of a hound dog barking. I got too fat for it. :(
Maybe just generally more clothes, lol.
I bought a very expensive pinstripe suit. I never wore it, it was such a waste of money.
Not at all.