wear what you like

"Eat to please thyself, but dress to please others." - Benjamin Franklin

I don't want to tell ol' Ben he got it wrong, but he so did. Here's my edit:

"Eat what you want, wear what you like, and screw everyone else's opinion."

I currently live and work in South Korea, culture and beauty-standard opposite land. Americans want to be tan and fit. Here, they want to be pale and waify, resembling a disjointed doll apparently. But that's cool, cultural differences are cool. You like what you like.

One afternoon I show up to work after a great morning hike, one where I actually managed to get some sun. I think I look good with a tan. My skin looks more even, it brings out my cheekbones, and freckles are awesome. So I'm happy, feeling swank, and my boss says, "Oh, you look tired." Which in Korea means, "You look like an old lady who has been out gardening. That's the only way we get tan here."

So, in Ben's opinion I should fold to the local expectation and rock my paleness. Or, in my opinion I should say, "Bitch, I got a tan! I look good!"

Ok, so I didn't actually say that to my boss. But I still rock my tans whenever I manage to get them here.

Always look good for you.