…I think she meant for me to wear black all the time. Or atleast in special occasions. I know this may sound the most shallow of all problems but really, the biggest (and most recurring) problem I have is deciding on the clothes to wear. Don’t we all have that same problem? But almost always the solution is that certain black piece in your closet, be it a little black dress, a pair of tight leggings or in my case, my mom’s silk top. It goes with all the other pieces in my closet and if my mom gave it to someone other than me… Well, let’s just say that I would be a social pariah.