And then I thought, How utterly ridiculous. What, exactly, am I risking by wearing these clothes? Certainly I am not risking my life, or my livelihood, as some women do if they deviate from the fashion norms of their society. And in all reality, I am probably not even at risk of being mocked or ridiculed — which would certainly not be the end of the world if it happened (and, hey, it's certainly happened before; it was called MY ENTIRE ADOLESCENCE).
In truth, no one cared about my green polka dot blouse and pink floral skirt, because why would they? Most people, as my mother often reminded me, are so caught up in their own stuff that they don't notice the things that seem to you as if they are as brilliant as a neon sign.
And even if they do notice, or comment, or stare, I would like to think that I am the kind of person who can shrug that off. Because, honestly, I can walk away from the disapproving bank teller and continue being awesome as if nothing ever happened. The greater risk, to me, is in letting the fear of criticism stop me from doing things I really want to do. Like wearing green polka dots with pink flowers.
Blouse: Vintage, thrifted
Skirt: Vintage, thrifted
Belt: Vintage, thrifted
Shoes: Chinese Laundry, thrifted
Total cost to me: About $12