Clothing Crisis

She'd had an outfit in mind all day. It looked good on her the other day and she'd decided to wear it today. She put on the black skirt and the crop top sweatshirt. She looked in the mirror. 'It's either tight, loose or loose, tight.' she remembered one of her friends had told her in high school. The tight skirt made her booty look good, but she was going to be bloated because of the alcohol later so she couldn't keep the thin shape and hold her tummy in all night. She sighed and gave up on the outfit. She tried her go-to outfit. But was that too casual? Loose, boyfriend jeans and a tight stripy t-shirt. Yeah, it was. Her ass looked huge in it today. A total no-go. She looked at all her clothes and thought: "What would I wear if I had nothing to wear?". That sometimes helped her put something creative together. Tonight was not a fancy going out now, so she had to dress for it. All her dresses were too pretty. Maybe a her plain grey skirt with a fancier top? For fuck sake. Those hips were looking extra good at child-bearing today. Skirt was a no-go too. Trousers it was, definitely. She tried her jeans with a top with low v shaped neck. It was too low, she decided. She'd like people to look her in the eyes tonight. Why was this so difficult? Maybe an exotic theme was better, something with a lot of colour. Nope, that jumpsuit was definitely too short for this event. And the blue jumpsuit was too cold for the weather. She went back to jeans. The rejected sets of clothing lying on the bed and formed some sort of fashion battleground. She finally took out her spring jeans. The jeans she wore during spring. Sometimes fall, but mainly spring. They felt right. She started dancing to the music in them, which was always a good sign. Now she just had to find a top to go with it.