Yet another day spent drowning in the monotone colors of life. Where is the vibrancy, the brush strokes that color our cheeks. Why can't they be painted on the clothes of such a sad day. Just because it's formal day, doesn't mean that you can't still have a little color. I know black pants look good, even I wore them, but at least I also wore a plum purple shirt. The only thing I was worried about was the fact that it might clash with my rocket red hair, but thank goodness, it didn't. It looked quite good actually.
People these days seem afraid to wear colors, and they shouldn't be. A nice color can be what makes that manic Monday outfit, just have to give it a chance. Try a little variety. I must admit that I worry about what people will think of what I am wearing, but then I remember that I enjoy it, does it really matter what others think. They aren't you, and if they judge you so harshly without knowing you, can they really be worth your time. They certainly aren't worth mine.
So what I'm trying to get at is, wear a little color every now and again. It really won't hurt. Just find a color that works with your skin tone, body, and hair color, and everything should be just fine. Be the brush, paint yourself in your own image, not what others see.
-- M. Gaiesky
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