outfits from a very normal week

a normal workweek, sartorially documented

It took a long time to get to a place where dressing myself had nothing to do with what anyone else might think. I remember middle school like it was a full-time surveillance system. Every outfit decision felt like it was being judged under a microscope that, realistically, only I could see. I wish mini-Traci understood that literally no one thinks abou…