I'm sloppy

Alongside my recent infatuation with pajamas & an increasingly uncoifed mane of hair,

comes a phenomenon that I'm reluctant to address for fear that it might call attention to the fact that I don't have my act together.

Then I realized that was made clear after like,

my second post so..

guess what?

I'm sloppy.

At first I thought that I was just really into "juxtaposition".

Keep one part put together/one part undone et voila! You have the physical embodiment of high-low.

Then it became clear that I was all the latter and none of the former

and I was forced to accept the fact that I had quickly turned into what some may refer to as

"a mess" - sans the "hot", because, well ...

it's me.

So what does this mean?

Wrinkled shirts, unkempt/uncut/unstyled hair, hole-filled jeans, stained shirts, poorly executed tucks, muddy shoes, un/half-painted toenails, chipped fingernails, runny eye makeup, pen notes on the backs of my hands, fake elvish tattoos on my feet(what?), bra showing, "boob" showing (heh heh), collar maladjusted,

overall, unclassy, painfully uncotillion (sorry mom)

mess.

I honestly don't know what else to say about this

other than that I'm a little bit embarrassed to just be realizing this (thx to my hairdresser, Carmen, #loveyougirl, who's known this forever and literally dyed my hair in order to coincide with absolute incapacity to pay any attention to personal grooming of any sort)

but mostly curious about how others perceive this phenomenon?

How has what I once assumed to be "casual" turned so quickly into "unkempt"

and how does this affect my relationships?