Black. I used to love black. When I was 15 and 16 that was pretty much all I used to wear, occasionally mixed in with hints of dark red, deep purple, or neon green. Some called it punk rock, some called it Goth, and my Mother called it stupid (she was right). At 17 I discovered the wonderful world of color! And I have never gone back! 16-year-old me had a predominantly black closet. This me had a mostly color closet with a few black shirts reserved for certain things.
Black evokes many emotions. It can be elegant and sharp. It's slimming. It's classy and classic. It can be worn for neraly any occasion. On the other hand it can be depressing, gloomy, and makes you look pale. It's also worn to funerals.
The reason I bring this up is because I am sick of wearing black clothes all the time!!! Not that I find anything wrong with someone wearing black a lot. Some people pull it off. This is a personal thing.
Sorry, venting.
where whatever you like! :)
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