On Fridays, I wear camouflage. Specifically, I wear a pair of camo track pants that are old and remain baggy and saggy even fresh from the wash. They’re also decorated with a bit of paint splatter from when I painted the mudroom walls London Fog, one of the 73,295,146 types of white available at the paint store.
The pants aren’t a thing of beauty by any stretch, and never were – they came from Walmart originally – but I can attach quite strongly to things on occasion, and I’ve attached to these pants.
However, since part of my eating disorder recovery is practicing better self-care, and since part of better self-care is not heading out into the world looking like an uncaring slob, a compromise was required.
So, on Fridays, I wear past-their-prime camouflage track pants, but I make sure everything else is on point. I put on a good top and some good shoes – usually my shit-kicking, black leather Uggs – and I make sure I’m clean and brushed with my face made up. I’m not sure it makes up for the pants, but I’m also not sure I care.
On Fridays we wear camo. On Saturdays, we clean up the desktop. And on Wednesdays, we wear pink.
I live the drag queen meme! 🤣🤣🤣
Those boots are killer—they must weigh 20 pounds!!
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Right 😁
They’re not light lol. I feel ready to take on the zombie apocalypse, for sure.
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Read the drag queen meme to Spouse and a Child. They fucking loved it
Told substitute therapist we liked their shit-kickers, and they looked at us with blank stare. Darn
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This made me laugh. I’m glad so many people like the drag one. It’s fabulous.
Perhaps “shit-kickers” is regional lol.
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