What to Wear?

I can't explain the feeling of narrow fingers fitting themselves around the soft tissue of the throat. Grasping, clutching, gripping too tight. The building insecurity that makes every feeling so fragile, I'm afraid that there was never really any sort of support in the first place. It's as if I've made this world in my head that has ranked me at the bottom and them at the top and how could you possibly expect me to compare in the privacy of four walls let alone in the public sphere? And I know how this story ends, every time I know how it ends. I didn't just build this world without any basis in truth, however exaggerated. Trust me, I'm all too familiar with the way it ends.