My inability to dress myself

We're a culture of images. These posts in a way are as much me communicating with you as they are me presenting you with an image of me, though I try to write unselfconsciously. Mostly my posts represent something that weighs on my mind, whether that weight is frivolous or not. This time, I'd like to present to you a gallery of conflicting and intersecting concepts that manifests in my outward behavior a paralysis when faced with buying clothes.



Femininity

Masculinity

Some days I want to look like I rolled out of a ditch and get away with it

Or look ludicrously good without too much fuss.

Utility
There are some things I just will not wear because it lacks all practicality. Like a dress made of gold scales.


What Not to Wear

Trends
Some things will always seem like a better idea than they actually are when they're trending.

Consumerism

I really do not want more shit than I already have

Skill Acquistion
If I'm going to have more stuff, I might as well produce it myself
Right now I'm knitting a sweater

Respectibility

 If I ever have to buy a suit for myself I might go mad in the process.

Comfort
I'd wear t-shirts for the rest of my life if the rest of this stuff didn't get in the way

Sexuality
Too much of our outward appearance is used in signalling sexuality and gender. When I had my hair short I was mistaken for male twice. Too much of women's close hinge on the sexy angle.

Attention

Being wholly nondescript is not an option some days, but being ridiculed or feeling uncomfortable is never fine.

The end result is that 95% of my tops are t-shirts, and over half of those are gifts or at least two years old (some are significantly older than that).
I guess rolling out of ditch is winning at the moment.