I was running late to work this morning, and as I was pulling workout clothes out of my dresser and stuffing them in my backpack I was thinking I wish I had nicer clothes. Anyone who really knows me would probably be shocked to hear that because for the most part I loathe clothes shopping, and really could care less about "fashion". Thing is, it wasn't so much that I wanted to have nicer clothes because I really care about the clothes, but because I go to the gym with the other Katie (who always looks cute) and I was thinking that she probably hates being seen with me always looking like a rag doll, and that other people at the gym who don't know me must think I can't afford anything better.
I'm bothered by why this bothers me!
Who cares if I really couldn't afford new clothes? Who cares if I'm just cheap and don't want to buy, buy, buy more stuff? Probably no one. So why is this stuff running through my head? I guess it really boils down to status, and I'm concerned with what people think of me. I'm so thoroughly disgusted by this realization, I can hardly stand it.
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