Me

Confused. Everytime morning I have to choose my "outfit for the day". Everytime I have to speak. Everytime I have form an opinion about something. Everytime I have to "decide". It wasnt like this always. Reds were never 'me", and I could never pick up those black little things that now line my voluminous built-into-the-wall closet. I never had to choose between being "intelligently chic" one day and "bohemian beautiful" the next. Ah! I hate this! Hate not knowing who I am and why I choose to pick up one tub of moisturiser one day and another one the next. Wish I could have "Fair and Lovely" loyalities like my mother. Or avant-garde-does-it-for-me like my boyfriend.

Me