I Depend on Me

Schoolwork continues to pummel the life out of me, so here is another ‘outfit dump’. When I look at these pictures of three outfits that I have worn over the past week, I am almost alarmed by how schizophrenic my personal style actually is. The first look I had to wear to work, so everything is American Apparel (for those who asked; yes, AA employees are obliged to wear head-to-toe AA while in the store).

Perhaps I feel oversexed by my job, and so my ‘go-to’ rebellion happens to be dressing like a complete Grandpa. The cardigan, the button-down shirt, the pleated pants and the men’s brogues: androgyny at its weirdest.

The last outfit I wore out to a bar for my friend’s birthday. I was purposefully going for ‘hipster redneck trash’ with the plaid shirt, AA disco pants and FUBAR-inspired crop top.

How is it even possible for one person (namely me) to feel equally comfortable in all of these outfits? I either have multiple personality disorder or am just a really gifted actress.