clothing

Black, Black, Black, Black, Gray, Black. I frantically leaf through my closet, hoping to find a color: Something? Anything?

It's sort of hypocritical for me to be pissed at Walmart, but I swore off fast fashion at the beginning of the year, and I haven't even bought one t-shirt at Target so I'm basically a philanthropist now.

Have we all been problematic in the past? Oh hell yes. I know I have.

October is now officially kaput and we are all starting to get the stench of burning pumpkin out of all those newly unpacked sweaters.

Warning: The author reminisces a lot in this piece and comes to conclusion that she has probably kept an unhealthy amount of clothing from high

I knew it was bound to happen.  

School is back in session and Aunt Ginger wants to remind girls that they should really just wear whatever the hell they want.

“Okay, we have these new bell bottoms with a red tank top, jelly bean leggings, or the purple dress,” I say.