It's a sad consequence when I spend half my time watching shows from the 90s that I would encounter the bad fashion sense that plagued me in junior high and high school. I then relive every bad outfit that I ever wore. Why do I put myself through this torture?
Everyone says that every decade of fashion comes roaring back. The 70s, the 80s. I've been dreading the return of the 90s, but already in bars, clubs, and local H&M stores the signs are appearing. Suspenders, bodysuits (why did anyone come up with the idea of a shirt that buttons at the hoo-ha?), I may even have spotted an overall or two. But bleh, midriffs, please don't bring those back.
I understand it must be hard to find ways to dress the female body, but a shirt that looks bad on about 90% of the world doesn't ever seem a good idea. Yes, I know most high fashion looks bad on 90% of the world. But I doubt midriffs will come back into the realms of New York's fashion, but who knows?
For the most part, I just don't miss them. Yes, I wore them. God knows why. Most of the time, I was breathing in every time I left the house, I almost suffocated myself by pretending my tummy was flatter than it was. And my stomach is not as half flat (nor even maybe a quarter as flat) as the one above. Now, watching the horror of midriffs on 90s shows makes me swear that I will never, never suffocate myself again.
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