You may be a chronic illness sufferer if your clothes are mismatched and you don’t care. Wai .. Wai .. wait…it’s more like you’re too tired to match. Case in point:
Today I took the kids out to hang out, bowl and shop a little on a rainy day. Which I’m quickly realizing is a trigger for one of my flares.
I was wearing shorts and looking cute when my stomach got all bloated and painful. So I busted out my fat pants. Didn’t even think to see if my shirt matched.
Quite honestly I didn’t care. It is what it is ya know?
Ugh. I look like a dumpy character from the Simpsons.
How Jesus Changed Me 