Fashion Sense

So I finally went and saw The Devil Wears Prada. Good, movie, but they were very creative with the story line. There were quite a few details that didn't follow the book (like the entire ending). But still worth seeing. And afterwards I had the uncontrollable urge to shop. I also realized that I have horrible fashion sense. Kassy wrote about the same thing the other day. The difference between a New York fashion sense and a DC fashion sense. I fit in (on most days) and look pretty decent here in DC, but I think if I moved to NYC, I would look horribly out of place.

The problem is, though, that in order to look half-way decent in some of the clothing, one has to be a size 4 (at the most). And I am not a size 4 (unfortunately). And I think that even if I never ate another bite, I would never be a size 4.....I just don't have that body-type. I was a size 4 senior year of high school, but that was thanks to a severely fucked-up body image and a serious aversion to food. And I looked horrible. There aren't a lot of pictures of me from that time, because after I packed on a few pounds and realized how horrible I looked, I destroyed most of the pics. I just don't have the body-type. Which is why I couldn't wear half of the outfits from the movie. But I can adopt some of the style....which is what I plan on doing. I'm going to stick to the classics. Clean lines, the right fit, and lots of black. And I am going to suck it up and start wearing the uncomfortable stilletos that have been sitting in the back of my closet.