And then I did it
So I went back to the store, returned the pants I hated, and spent fifteen minutes picking out ones I liked, new shoes to go with my interview outfit, and a couple new shirts to replace the ones that were stolen a couple weeks ago. No problem.
Easy peasy lemon squeezy.
Because I got to pick stuff that felt good on my body rather than worry about what it looked like to anyone else. I got to just pick something that looks professional and clean, simple, neutral, rather the way I like it and rather the way I want to feel while I’m wearing it, and that didn’t make me want to scream when I put it on.
Voila, over, done with. No problems.
I’m not sure what to do with the knowledge that I can trust myself.