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Thanks, mixedsubstance. I guess my confidence comes from my ability to accept myself. I remember when I was a child - when I was happy go lucky. I enjoyed dressing goofy or wearing crazy colors or just not caring how I looked. Then, a girl I really liked said I was a dork. Some friends said I would never make it through high school. Some people in high school ignored me. My closest friends in college critiqued me and told me how I should dress to impress girls. My first girlfriend made me by polos because that's the proper type of shirt.
People I have valued have told me that I'm supposed to care about how I look. Granted, there have been people who don't care about how I look. Those would include my parents, my best friend who is long gone, and others.
I think what it comes down to is being aware of the consequences. If I focus on how I dress, I'm wasting brain power that could be spent on something more long term. If people around me are sensitive to the way fabric is placed on a person, then they are also inappropriately using their time.
Appropriate time usage would seem to go along with something that strengthens the person for survival.
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