I'm Joanna, and this is how I dress on an average day.
Maybe I should dress like garbage more often.
When I tried to dress poorly on purpose, I got more compliments than I ever have in my life. Me-trying-to-look-bad apparently dresses better than me-trying-to-look-good. Of course, it's possible everyone was trolling me, but they seemed to be sincere.
I feel like I should be offended. How dare people like my bad outfits better than the ones I lovingly curate? But I actually feel free. Because it means that when I think I look bad, other people probably don't. When I think I look like garbage, other people might actually think I look better than usual. Or, more likely, they don't think anything at all. No one is thinking about how I look more than I am. It's an obvious truth I easily forget. So much of the mental energy that goes into dressing is wondering what other people will think about it. But what I predicted other people would think was completely off. And now all I want to do is find a way to wear pants on my arms.