I’m more comfortable in skirts than in pants. hands down. if something can be comfortably described as ‘adorable’ I’d probably like it. picking out clothes is a battle between the part of my brain that wants to be overdressed and in heels, slightly constricted, and possibly on display and the part that wants to be in something shapeless and black, huddled in the corner with my hair hiding my face. I should never wear orange.