So my 20 yr old self says, "I need one o them jumpsuits!"

[lark]

3. My 69 year old self cringes at some of my fashion choices back in the day.

My huge octogon pink wire rim glasses, why did I ever love them so much when they were so large and bright and heavy? Thin cotton halter tops and cut off shorts were another questionable choice. I finally got tired of getting harassed and started wearing clothing with more coverage and the harassment went down. Stupid that I couldn't wear what I wanted and what looked good because asshole men took it personally and thought I was dressing for them so they were free to comment. Jerks! But I finally got that this is a jerk world and I could reduce some of the friction by wearing clothing with more coverage, and less strange, out in public.