I ordered some new t-shirt dresses in a bid to have clothing suited to this nonsense weather and was incredibly pleased to discover upon their arrival today that they had pockets! Love a good dress with pockets.
I remember once, about 8 or 9 years ago, going to work in a white and blue striped shirt with a blue skirt. A colleague took me to one side and told me that perhaps I shouldn't wear that top again, because horizontal stripes "accentuate your wideness". I knew exactly what she meant but I asked her to qualify and she said that, you know, it wasn't flattering to someone of my shape. It made me look fat. I laughed and replied that it was simply my fat making me look fat, but all that sass was covering up a real hurt inside. And look, I'm not saying it's good to be fat, or encouraging other people to get fat, but why did she feel the need to point out to me that my top was a problem? I know she thought she was saving me from some ridicule or some such, but honestly, it wouldn't matter if I had the best clothes in the history of fabric; people who are going to judge and mock me for my shape and size will always do so. It's taken me a long time to realise that my body and it's so-called "flaws" are no reflection on who I am as a person, that my weight does not affect my value, and that my clothes are purely for me to enjoy. I have bad days where I hate the way I look, but largely I've been so much happier since accepting the way I look and putting less emphasis on being some weird 'ideal'. Wear what makes you happy, y'all.