Perhaps you dont care how other people feel when they have to look at you in the street.
Correct.
Couldn’t give a toss about the opinion of a complete stranger whom I’m going to encounter for five seconds and then never see again in my life. Absolutely zero ****s given, with a spring in my step and joy in my heart. I would be hard pressed to think of something I worry less about than the risk of committing the sartorial faux pas of failing to have the bottom button of my waistcoat fashionably unbuttoned whilst visiting the chip shop.
I dress for me, in a manner that makes me feel comfortable. Sometimes I may dress in a manner that my partner may find appealing (quiet at the back). Everyone else can stop being judgemental and get over themselves. In fact I actually quite like being underestimated, it’s served me well over the years.
Besides. I live in a deprived East Lancashire former mill town, you’re more likely to see someone in a friesian-patterned onesie than a sharp business suit. If I went to ASDA in a tweed three-piece with a cravat and a trilby because I cared what people thought, I can tell you exactly what people will think and it won’t be what you think it is.
Charity shop bargain bin explosion is not a pretty site.
Because of course, those are the only two options available. Eddie Redmayne or Stig of the Dump.