What I wear on the third, in front of my closest family: black leggings, a camo shirt, and a flannel around my waist. It was the best outfit I've ever seen.
What I wear for the fourth in front of a bunch of strangers: sweatpants and a sweatshirt.
That's how messed up I am. People I know won't judge me? Wear my nicest clothes. People I won't remember in an hour? Wear collage chic.
