Oh Hey. I'm an Alien.

As someone who works in retail, 

one thing has become blatantly clear: 

Fashion bloggers are aliens. 

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Fashion bloggers, magazine editors, models off duty (gag me), etc, etc, etc, etc, etc, etc, have very little in common with the average citizen aesthetic-wise, except for maybe the humanistic urge to fit in. 

It's confounding, really - that textures, colors, and the allure of an individual item serve as absolute kryptonite for those among us who spend our off-hours obsessing about the latest "trends" (gag me again?), 

but prove fairly irrelevant to the typical consumer. 

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Fit, flatter, & sometimes function, rank much higher on the list of sartorial priorities than do say, the latest Zara must-have designer knockoffs that look terrible on but FANTASTIC in "details" shots. 

(have you seen the skort from the back?)

Also of concern to a disconcertingly large proportion of clothes-concious, but not obsessed, women? 

Men. 

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Or at least, their opinion - 

an enervating downfall to many a slammin' outfit. 

So what's a figure blind girl to do? Look down upon those who dress to impress or succumb to "boring" dressing rules? 

Or feel ashamed for her lack of flattering ensembles and body-concious clothing?

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After giving it a good deal ( a lot a lot a lot ) of thought, 

I'm going to go with neither. 

Finally, I'm leaning towards the brilliant (sarcasm) conclusion that different people get their kicks from different things. 

(revolutionary...right?)

Some of us like to look proportionate and pretty - and others . . . 

well, not so much. 

And that's OK. 

Whatever floats your proverbial boat. 

Happiness should be neither "high" nor "low", 

and it feels good to realize it. 

Cheers.