These days I usually try to dress well. I may only be a glorified secretary, but it doesn't mean I have to dress like I just pulled the first thing I saw in the closet. It's worth it when people in the office tell me I don't look 30, or when they sound surprised when they learn I'm married and my daughter is six years old. And yes, I like it when I'm colorful and different and smart.
I'm not being pretentious. It's only that I know what looks good on me and I can get away with it. When I'm 50, I would have lived 18,250 days, and I don't want to wear all those days on my face. By that time I will not be wearing my three-inch-heels, but I would like to believe my legs will still look good!
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