You Are What You Wear

It's cliche to say, "everyone says, 'you are what you wear,' but it's true." But I'm going to say it anyway. You are what you wear, and it's true. Someone may exhort you to wear a dress embellished with peacock feathers in addition to a christmas bow tied to the back, just to top it off, and you may feel as if you want to throw up last night's dinner. And that's simply who you are. Someone in ridiculous attire with an upset stomach. Oh great, leather thigh-high boots to exacerbate the situation; now you look like a zoo animal about to dance inside a cage. This is why I don't have a stylist, not that I could afford one anyway.

I'm a pretty gregarious person, so I'm fond with many different types of people. They are defined by what they wear, as am I. If I wear a black shirt, that doesn't mean I'm goth. If I wear a flagrant pink shirt, that doesn't mean I'm trying to bring back the 80's. I'm just trying to be myself, which may be one or a dozen different people. I guess everyone is more than one person, depending on their mood or the kind of day they're having. I'm more than one person just because it's interesting, and I like having the power to be a chameleon based upon the person I converse with. But one thing I will preclude is I will not change the person I am for someone else. I may be ten different different people, but I stay true to those ten people. Clothes may define who I am, but no other soul can define me.