Day 15 – A Feel-Good Outfit

Describe an outfit that makes you feel good. (It can be from any period of your life.) Double points if you post a picture of yourself in the outfit.

An outfit that makes me feel good? or an outift that makes me feel comfortable? Sometimes they’re one in the same, really.

Take my onesie for example. It may not be the most attractive thing in my wardrobe, but hot damn it makes me feel comfortable. I could live in that bloody thing every day.

I just wish the legs were a bit longer.

Hmmm, lets see, an outfit from any period in my life?!

Well, let’s have a quick review, shall we:

When I was 6, there was mums old netball skirt that I used to wear. And i’d put on some music and dance around on the bed. I just loved the way that the skirt would fan out when I twirled.

<gone with the wind twirl>

Then when I really got into my dancing, it was dance pants that I really loved. I lived in them. They were cotton lycra and so incredibly comfortable. Now, that I think back to those days, I ask myself ‘what the hell was I thinking?!’. Oh well. Too late now.

When I discovered ballet, it was ballet tights. By this stage I had developed some great legs, and a great butt, and my ballet tights showed it all off. I think that this was the pivotal point in my life where I actually started to embrace my body, instead of hiding it away and thinking that I was was fat and disgusting, when the reality was that I was quite lean and toned.

Thanks, dancing. Thanks for completely fucking with my head and giving me severe body image issues.

It wasn’t until I moved to Melbourne did I really go out clubbing. Gay Clubbing!! As a country boy coming from redneck country, where people marry their cousins, I’d NEVER been gay clubbing.

Hang on, that’s not entirely true… I had been once before in Sydney, but it was far too overwhelming and I remember having an anxiety attack and freaking out and leaving.

But after moving to Melbourne, I found a group of friends who would go out clubbing together. Then I met Az. He was an incredible dancer, and he always wore some incredible stuff. One of the best memories I have with him was going out for a night of dancing. And I mean D-A-N-C-I-N-G-!-!-!. WE would head out around 11:30pm and not get home until about 5-6am, drenched in sweat and completely exhausted. *sigh* I was so much thinner back then. One of my favourite things to do was have Az come over with a bag of what we called options. This was a bag of several different pieces of clothing that all went together, along with a heap of accessories, and we would dress each other up to look super cool, and then go out dancing. I’m talking trucker cap, layered singlet, or a shirt with a popped collar, gloves, belt, skin-tight jeans (hey, if you’ve got it, flaunt it, right?!) and boxing boots. We thought we looked the shit, and well, compared to most of the others there, we did. And sometimes we’d go out and give each other fake names in case we got hit on – That was more Az’s thing. I just wanted to DANCE!!

Oh, the adventures that we had together… I’ll have to save those for another time.

I had so many favourite outfits when we were going out on the weekend. And everytime it was something different. It was having a best friend who was also the same size as I was, so essentially doubling my wardrobe. SCORE!!

Now… I can’t say that I have a favourite outfit. Or an outift that makes me feel good. I’m not a fan of suits, and much prefer to be in my pj’s instead. Hence, why I made that comment about my onesie.

…and it hides all my jiggly bits!! So I guess that makes me feel good.

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