in the impression I make than I ought to be?
Lets face it, as long as all the necessary areas are decently covered
nobody else cares a jot what I look like.
Even if I had an embarrassing wardrobe malfunction
I'm sure others wouldn't notice it as much, or remember it as long as I would.
I say this because I have just remembered the time
I had made a complete circuit of the room at a wedding party
before some kind soul took me to one side
and un-tucked the back of my dress from my knickers!
I'd put that outfit together with care,and had really felt good until then,
but even I could see the funny side of it, and the irony of feeling good whilst
walking around unknowingly showing my nether regions was not lost on me.
What else are we unknowingly showing when we are out there trying to impress I wonder?
And lowliness become mine inner clothing;
in enabling others to feel good about themselves than about me.
It wouldn't leave me fretting about what impression folks had of me, but