[Vendome]

Weird vanity but, I let no one pick my clothes.

I don’t go shopping for what I want with others, as they tend to attempt putting me in attired I am not comfortable with or is completely out of my personally disorder.

I have never been comfortable with others choices, particularly because they tend to turn into demands.

Skin that.

Don’t mind a bit of jest and fun in getting me to try something but, Usually they are attempting to change me in their craven image or control me.

[urbanpovertylawcenter]

Being the second son, and not mother's favorite, my older sib got the best of fashions from Goldsmith's in Memphis, and I was dressed from the sales racks.

I looked good as can be in 1966 in my pink corduroy bell-bottom-pants with my coral turtleneck! Add some white bobby socks and some saddle oxfords and I was the envy of the po white trash in the South.

It got worse in the 70’s with a plaid green leisure suit, polyester!

I need therapy.

And forget hand me downs. He was full grown by 8th grade, and I, a midget.

I still cringe when I see back to school clothing sales.