What am I going to wear today? I ask myself every morning. The answer is always the first thing I see. I don't care about how I look most of the time.

I get up and change my underwear, then throw on a shirt and the same grungy jeans that I wear all the time. A rainbow belt that serves no purpose but looks cute.

It's nothing like the planned outfits of some, the painstakingly ironed blouses of others, but I go for comfort with a hint of style anyway.

I'm not big on neatness. My room's a pigsty, my clothes are wrinkled, and my handwriting may as well be chicken scratch. But I'm not bothered. Nothing can bother me when I'm in my messy room, wearing messy clothes, and writing in my messy handwriting.

If a person wants to spend five hours trying to pick out a top, good for them. If they want to spend hundreds of dollars on clothes that will get dirty, that's their choice. Me, I'll stick with my grungy jeans and elastic rainbow belt.