(Today I wore shorts in public.)
Apparently when I’m nervous about what I’m wearing, my brain defaults to “Well, does it look like what other people are wearing?”
And then– when what I’m wearing is like what other people are– it turns out that this isn’t actually a comforting consideration.
Honestly this probably comes down to the “I don’t know what I look like” thing I’ve mentioned about my body language. Imagining how I look to other people is weird and jarring for me regardless of the context. Sigh.