I don't have expensive clothes and am sadly devoid of a fashion sense. Most days I'm lucky to find the emotional strength to put some sort of clothes on that aren't pajama-like. I guess maybe it's like a chronic depression. I don't know. It's just so deeply ingrained now. Sometimes I wish I looked good in great clothes. Some woman just have these bodies that look great in everything. And I'm not just talking about skinny women. I know plenty of woman, some super skinny, some a little heavy, that can wear the fuck out of an "outfit". I don't know how to put outfits together. I worked at Express in high school and I guess I knew how to do it then. Not anymore. I'm really, really okay with that.
When I hear about people spending a thousand dollars on a pair of shoes or a handbag, I think I have a tiny brain aneurysm. The only expensive item I own is a Prada purse that my husband bought for me in Hawaii because he felt bad for snapping me with a wet towel and giving me a huge bruise on my ass. I barely use that purse because I don't want to hurt it in anyway. So I have a $600 purse that I can't use because it was $600. Do you understand?
After watching America's Next Top Model tonight I realize just how much I adore strange beauty. Weird freaky beauty. Here is my favorite contender, I think of all time, on this show. Her name is Allison Harvard.
How amazingly, strangely beautiful is this creature?
She reminds me of one of those 70's pictures of those creepy kids and their huge weepy eyes.
Here's another oddball that is beautiful to me, Celia:
So I'm going to be rooting for these girls. And not rooting for Sandra, because she constantly talks about how great and beautiful she is (and she is) but so far she's a crappy model. I'm glad she got a dose of humility for being in the bottom 2. Okay I'm done acting like a 15 year old girl. Every once in a while it's good to regress.