1 Holiday Party, 0 Meltdowns
So we had a holiday dinner party for my work yesterday. Usually I give myself a good 30 minutes before events such as these for freaking out, because that's how I am. I get all "I hate what I'm wearing, my makeup is sabotaging me on purpose, and that's it, I'm not going and you can't make me. And now I shall throw a fit worthy of a toddler."
But this time I didn't. Maybe it's because I'm growing up, but it's probably because I actually found a dress that I like. I know the pattern's a little "look at me," which is generally so not me, and it has red in it and I generally avoid red (for I am very white, and most of the time red looks good on people with pigment in their skin), but it worked. And you can't tell from the model wearing it, but the dress is really flattering for those who have curves. But the model wearing it has no curves, because y'know, I guess eating isn't her top priority. Fair enough.
But this time I didn't. Maybe it's because I'm growing up, but it's probably because I actually found a dress that I like. I know the pattern's a little "look at me," which is generally so not me, and it has red in it and I generally avoid red (for I am very white, and most of the time red looks good on people with pigment in their skin), but it worked. And you can't tell from the model wearing it, but the dress is really flattering for those who have curves. But the model wearing it has no curves, because y'know, I guess eating isn't her top priority. Fair enough.
