Sheep's Clothing

My favorite shade of dressing is black but I forced myself to turn to white. These white clothes of mine are a hassle. Not only do I have to look nice in them but I can't seem to have fun in them. Unlike black clothes when the lack of support was not visible, white clothes reveal what you lack. And no matter how careful I am, the clean look of it ends up with stains. Stains are never a problem with black clothes, they exist but no one can see them, now
each additional product from an agent is a painful scrutiny, it makes me tired to hide them or wash them away. The stains keep on coming back at the same spots, wash after wash.

The spots used to be products of chance and accidents, but increasingly I have been a culprit to taint them myself.

I am not permitted to spill anything, but I like it and know its very fun. The very problem is, that people can see what went on it and critique at it. I miss the anonymity of black where no one would know what I did to it or where I went.

Now the whites are too delicate to withstand the next bleach, perhaps I should switch to black instead. These white clothes might not even belong to me. I own a another black dress somewhere.