The other day I had this brilliant idea that I was going to do this post of what the hell people were thinking when they dressed themselves. To me, it was actually quite entertaining because I am the Fashion Goddess you know. What people? Screw you, I can dream.
Well now you can just call me a big ole hypocrite. I mean with a capital H.
I get this bug up my ass yesterday that I was going to clean out my closet. Actually it was more like a "tax return is coming so I gotta make more room for shit that I'm only going to wear once." I pulled out boxes and got serious.
Opal laughed. Actually I think it was more like a BWHAHAHA, LMFAO and a few others. Bitch.
So as I'm going through my the numerous hangers that I've pulled from the depths of my dungeon. I see it. The shirt, or lack there of. And the wheels start turning. The OMG's and the WTF's. For what you ask? For this.
Now in my defense, I believe this has been hanging in my closet for at least 7 years. So I think back 7 years and was my body any where near fit to wear something of this less? Hell no.
So there you have it. H-Y-P-O-C-R-I-T-E at it's finest.
Oh but look at all the hangers that I have to fill now.
Now to redeem myself, I need to go take pictures of someone wearing something worse than this.