
OMG!! O.k today I went out with one of my friends to celebrate her new job. I wore this outfit thought I looked so cute. My friend even complimented me on it. So anyways, we’re at T.G.I Fridays having a blast, when I heard coming from behind me ” What a hideous fucking jacket” I instantly thought they can’t be talking about me, but they were. They went on to insult the pattern on my jacket, and just how nasty it looked. I felt like if there was whole I would so jump in it. But when I got home I looked at the jacket and thought maybe I should just put it away and never bring out to see the light of day again, but then I thought about what made me take this jacket into my possession( was my grandmas) and was like “you know what I’m gonna keep wearing this jacket”. It might be hideous to some people, but the memories that this jacket holds makes it beautiful to me!!