Today, for the first time, I wore red pants. Not just red pants, but red with black and blue stripes in a plaid pattern.
But mostly red.
As a rule, I wear black pants. Every day. I don’t even wear jeans.
My black pants are a uniform. I wear black pants so I don’t need to think about it.
They say they black is slimming, and slimming is good. I wouldn’t be described as slim, so what does that say about me?
Black fades into the background. I’m comfortable there.
Black is better camouflage than camouflage.
Maybe if I wear black pants I won’t look like I take up so much space.
And yet, I take up the space I take up.
My space is mine.
My space belongs to me.
People are going to look anyway.
Why not wear pants I like?
Today I wore red pants.
I think I’ll wear them more often.