Mom, I Love You But Not Your Style.

In many ways I realize that my mom and I have almost similar things in common, mostly when it comes to the matter of style—we both like Louis Vuitton thank you very much and we also both like collecting handbags. For that, I love my mom so freaking much.

However, sometimes she could give such terrible fashion advices that surely makes me want to hit my head on the wall in desperation. I mean, she comes from the 50's thus it make sense that her sense of style has nothing to do with what I have right now. I love her, but I don't mean that I have to love her sense of style.

Mom, I am a nineteen years-old (just because I refuse to admit that I am going to be freaking twenty years-old next year) who seriously don't need to wear anything that will make me feel and look like a fifty years-old mother with four kids.

Today, she has amazingly bought several pairs of pajama pants for my younger sister and I. There are several patterns that I freaking love—just look at the one I am wearing right now. So cute with all those heart patterns. Makes me feel extremely cute even when I am not. But my mom is still forcing me to take all those horrible old patterned pajama pants that look like something my late grandma would have in her wardrobe. Oh, the nightmare.

She keeps on telling me that I would only wear those damn ugly pajama pants to sleep and I continue telling her that I don't want to wear something ugly even to sleep. What would happen if guests happen to come to our house at night and see me wearing something so damn ugly, they would want to puke on my pajama pants? Mom, I am a teenager. Don't make me wear something a grandma would wear. I love all the cute patterns, but I am strictly not taking those ugly ones.

Mom is angry with me for this. I mean, I am not disobeying her or anything. It just happen to be something I don't want to wear, not even to my sleep. Yes, there are just pajama pants, no one would see but I would want something I like in my wardrobe—not something I have a hard time to wear and detest all the way. Believe me mom, I believe you will do the same if you are in the same shoe as I am right now.

What makes me wonder is that, why would my mom insists me to take all those freaking ugly pajama pants if to her those pants are wonderful when she could have taken those to herself. Well, I guess even she knows those pajama pants are just too ugly, they deserve to be burnt.