tan lines, underwear lines, bra straps.
i recall a fellow dancer mocking me for wearing underwear with my leotard in our ballet class. i was all of 4 i think. the underwear showed along the edges of the leg, naturally. what on earth did it matter if my underwear was visible while i danced around my bear, for cryin' out loud?!
i have to admit, i never really developed an underwear phobia, so ripe already in this other kid's mind. i never wear underwear with a waistband higher than the one on my pants or skirt, and i guess i avoid clothing so tight so as to provide a virtual x-ray of my underwear, but i don't lose sleep over the thought of revealing lines and i don't buy stringy things to wear in lieu of underwear. the worst thing that could happen, i figure, is that someone might be able to ascertain merely from looking at me that i am someone who wears underwear. i'm really okay with that type of a reputation.
a few weeks prior to the wedding i went to a short while ago, i became a bit conscious of the footwear-to-be. i was going to wear very open, strappy flats to the wedding. but i was spending my summer days often, though not exclusively, in converse high tops, and short sun dresses. you can see quite clearly i was facing a tan-line dilemma. in the end i decided, (censored)! and while in the end there was no sharp contrasting color clash on my limbs (and i was glad of it), the threat of one did cross my mind.
after clothing is carefully picked,
do you go out of your way to address the other issues?