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Something I've never quite understood is wearing only things that flatter one's self. I remember when I was around 13 and finally had my own money to buy whatever I wanted, the first thing I bought was a pair of royal blue wedge sneakers. My mom declared them "boat shoes" as in shoes that looked like boats, not the actual ones ubiquitous in yacht outings and posh brunches. People said those shoes made my feet look clownish and accentuated my calves to look like I pull wagons. But I sported those sneakers until we moved to the States and was forced to leave them behind.
Over the years, I've made lots of "questionable" clothing purchases that have made people raise their brows, avert their eyes, and make fun of me. But whatevs-- that's their problem.
Whenever I wear these culottes, B keeps on telling me that they hide my curves and make me look boxy-- which is another way of saying "don't wear them-- they're not flattering." And you know what I do? I wear it again the next day. If he doesn't like it, that's his problem.