This is a picture of the outfit I wore out today. I had to make it the picture of the day because I had a minor freak out over it. Let me start by saying that I hate getting dressed up. I also hate going places where your outfit matters and I hate clothes shopping. So going out has always been a stressful process because I never feel I have the right clothes. I actually remember this being an issue of mine for years. I cried getting ready for the eighth grade dance because I couldn't handle getting dressed. Well 14 years later not much has changed. My friends invited me to PJs and it was a last minute sort of thing. They said they were dressing "cute" and I knew it would be crowded because it is Friday and the Phillies are on. I was at home wearing jeans with a peanut butter stains on them, a long sleeve t shirt, and sneakers with my hair up. My mom insisted that I wear her shoes and her shirt. She also wanted me to shower, do my hair, and borrow her perfume. That is when the freak out began and I debated just staying home to avoid having to get ready. I showered while she cleaned my pants and we compromised on a shirt. At that point I had had enough but she then chased me around the room spraying perfume on me. True story! Apparently she thought I was going to meet the man of my dreams at PJs. I didn't...
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