Prim

Being well-dressed is a beautiful form of politeness.

Food for thought. It flabbergasts me when people {backhandedly} judge others for being well-dressed. Rude comments about "caring too much about clothes" or "caring too much about how {she} look". Generally I attribute it to some form of jealousy, because it's a fact: women are jealous creatures. However, I take my affinity for dressing as a form of my personal happiness. Why should I sacrifice feeling good about what I wear and how I look to appease your disapproval? Have you ever thought about the opposing side to your own judgment of others being well-dressed? Why are you so quick to judge, yet I see that in some ways you still care very much about your own appearances and the clothes you put on your own body? It's hypocrisy at its best, but I'll excuse you with a flip of my skirt because I will not apologize for being polite.

{I usually like to keep it light on my blog, but this seems to be a reoccurring issue in my #firstworldproblem life. Any of you babes out there suffering from being too politely well-dressed as well? Please share!}