If you were forced to wear one outfit over and over again, what would it be?

Anything my mother has worn since I was 15 is definitely on the list of undesirable clothing.

Shapeless, lifeless…she may as well wear oatmeal. And that’s a compliment.

I wouldn’t complain if she didn’t ask me how she looked every time she gets dressed. I don’t like lying, so I tell her if she likes it…then it’s good.

No, it doesn’t matter what I think. But also, please don’t ask when I have to be respectful.

One thing I did correct her on was her need to believe she is elegant. She heard someone offer me the compliment and stated I, “inherited those traits from me.”

When the conversation arose again, and she asked if she were elegant, I told her plainly…no. Not to be mean, but simply that she isn’t. In a lot of instances she is vulgar and masculine on purpose, claiming all women do is reveal their skin and seduce men. Sometimes her comments are aimed at me, but jealousy has a way of fooling us, does it not?

There is one outfit in particular that I loathe. It’s a layered compilation of bleached stained black clothes where’s she used a permanent marker to cover the incidents. She then puts a white top underneath and scuttles around in five dollar slides that squeak when she walks. If you hated me, you’d force me to wear this.

My soul would perish, but at least I would be free.