I like to call this piece of clothing The Ghost. Why? Because it haunted me for weeks. The first time I saw this Monif C Paloma jumpsuit, I couldn’t take my eyes off it. It wasn’t that it was flat out fabulous. I actually intellectually knew it was pretty ugly because there was so much wrong with it. Fleece, camel, high neck, and a fucking sharkbite hem thrown in just for shits. But there was just something about it. Do you know what it’s like to cringe and drool at the same time? That’s exactly what happened.
I noodled on buying it for the longest time. I figured it was just styled well enough to sell me on it, but IRL it would be a fucking disaster. Then I finally saw a non-model in it, none other than Flight of the Fat Girl. And she fucking killed it. I had to go for it.
Guys, I was not confident coming into the office wearing this. I almost wanted to put a disarming spin on it by pairing it with a bear-ears headband and a painted-on nose so I could be a fabulous little cubby. But no, damn it! Challenge! Rage against the beauty standard machine. So glad I did. While I was a TAD hot in head-to-toe fleece, I still enjoyed myself in this look. In the future, I may just remove the pants and keep it as a top so stay tuned for a remix look on this one.