Hmmm. What defines you? Is that a fair question? I am still thinking about that.
This post was inspired by clothing. Since I got really overweight, I stopped looking anything like I want to look. It seems it hardly matters what I wear, it is still not "me." I wear clothes passed on to me from people who either gained or lost weight. Hardly any of it defines me. None of it speaks "artist" or "nature" or "color" or anything I usually spend my time dealing with. The big clothes look really big. There is mostly black or white. The tops that do not hide my bulging belly look silly since my boobs make everything stick out anyhow.
It's sad. If I get an interview this week, I will be at a loss. I have not been shopping in years and do not even know where I would shop to find things I like. Worse, my 223 lb body is no fun to shop for. If I cannot represent myself, I don't know how I will get a job.
I must reverse this whole mess. I am lost in other peoples' clothing.
