Today’s prompt asks: How important are clothes to you? Describe your style, if you have one, and tell us how appearance impacts how you feel about yourself.
I feel so much different today. Mainly because I spent 12 hours yesterday finishing up the translation for my work. In less than 13 days, I have worked 81 hours and translated over 8000 words! That’s just about the length of my WIP!
All the same, what do you mean by how important are clothes to me? Of course it’s important! Otherwise, I might as well be walking around naked.
Style, on the other hand, is not at all important to me. I dress for comfort. Therefore, my style would be loose clothing like a t-shirt and sweatpants or a pair of comfortable jeans. That is if I have to go out, of course. At home, it’s typically sweatpants plus a t-shirt.
In a little while, I will be going to work at the cellphone repair shop (my other job) and probably will complete the project today or tomorrow. How am I dressed? A gray t-shirt and imitation jeans.
What are imitation jeans? They are pants that look like jeans and feel like jeans but it’s got elastic band in place of button and zipper. It’s much more comfortable than regular jeans. At least, these hold up unlike my regular jeans which keep slipping every five seconds even with my belt in place.
My mom just found out our neighbor’s daughter is getting married in a couple weeks. That explains the booming racket that was outside my window two nights ago. It was her daughter’s bachelorette party. I had wondered what was going on that night. Because of my mom’s snooping, we are now invited to the wedding.
The last wedding I been to was a Chinese-American wedding. The bride wore a traditional white with red floral pattern at the bottom of the dress. If you don’t look carefully, you would think someone spilled red wine or blood on the dress. That red bit was groom’s mother’s arrangement. Red means lucky in Chinese culture.
Me? I was uncomfortable the whole time. My stomach was growling and I felt like my shirt and pants were glued to my body. Meanwhile, my mom had spent the entire time criticizing how fat I was.
That’s why I don’t like to go any formal event especially with my mom and that’s probably why I’m dreading this wedding. It means I have to be uncomfortably dressed again in tight clothing that expose my every flaw.