Why did I wear a dress...

I am literally writing this blog post like a few minutes after this mortifying incident happened to me.

Basically, I ran into this guy (let's call him X) whom I sorta had a relationship with when I was like a child. Let me define what is a 'sorta relationship'. It means we were sorta neighbours and he liked me and I was like, 'hell, no'. Then I was like 'ok, fine, let's date' but I ignored him the ENTIRE time we were like 'dating' cause he was extremely mean. Still is, I suppose. And we never went out, not even once.

Yup, I know. What a mess.

Anyway, back to the juicy story:

I was chilling on my own at the food court; enjoying my laksa yong tau foo which was extremely expensive ($4.80 to be exact). I saw this pair walking towards me and finally settling next to my table. Our tables were separated by one of those frosted polycarbonate dividers with the horizontal lines. See image below for illustration: -





And being the psychic that I am, I was like "something feels a bit off". I turned over and saw the silhouette of X. He has some marks on his face which makes him distinguishable from other people so I knew I was right - it was him, indeed.

I swear I was unfazed and I was even thinking in my head, 'omg, if that was his girlfriend, she's damn hot!!' Then it dawned on me... WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY AM I WEARING A DRESS??? Like seriously? I would rather be caught in my pajamas or a janitor's uniform than this stupid sun dress that is really too short for me.

Backstory: I don't wear skirts or dresses and I hate skirts and dresses, especially those flowy and girly types. I feel like I can identify with little girls who know they are transgendered since they were like 2 years old but no, this is not an gender-identity problem. I just like being comfortable and being comfortable makes me confident. 

So yes, back to the food court. I am now suddenly hacking into CapitaLand Mall's system (just kidding) and reproducing this food court's blueprint in my head so I can find the nearest exit without attracting his attention and triggering him.

Crap. There isn't one. Unless I am Shadowcat from X-men, I will have to walk past him to leave this place. And when I do, my dress will be revealed to him in all its full glory.

Backstory: the reason why I am wearing a dress today is because ALL MY SHORTS DON'T FIT ME ANYMORE. They literally will fall to the ground and so, wearing a dress is better than being butt-naked, right?

Cut the long story short, I tried my best to duck as low as I could but in doing so, I obviously attracted his attention and triggered him to look in my direction (and I). So there I was, in my sun dress looking fly as hell (in my opinion)... Well done, me.

PS: This is really what happened just now. This is not a parody or a joke or a dream.
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Now that I am feeling less nonplussed by the unexpected encounter, I can logically come to this conclusion.

The thing about confidence and physical appearance is this: it doesn't matter what you look like; what matters is how you feel. 

I know people will obviously say I look way better in my dress than let's say, my usual wet market/hawker centre clothes. It is more flattering and presentable. More people would agree that Exhibit A is definitely more desirable than Exhibit B, right?

Exhibit A:





Exhibit B:





But, and this sounds super cliche (like all the other blog posts), it really doesn't matter what you look like - what clothes you don, how much makeup you slather on, etc.

These external things we put on ourselves can only supplement, they cannot substitute...

I feel like crap in this dress and even if I told otherwise, I will still feel like crap. But oh wells... at least my body is rocking in the dress (in my opinion, once again).

Oh, and the other conclusion is.... Bel, please have your shorts altered. Seriously, it is just like $5 per garment. Even if you're a cheapskate also cannot save on clothes and risk being exposed, right?



Ander Herrera agrees...