If you look good, you will feel good, and your day will be good

Every waking thought in my mind tells me I do not care, until the tears well in my eyes from caring "too much." They have a tendency to flow down my face as each thought passes. Whispering to me "No, too bright.", "No, too tight.", "No... no... no." Flowing as i pluck through each of the small piles filled with textures, colors, & sizes. Each piece I touch isn't right. Article after article, piece after piece until my mind breaks down completely.

My phone sits only meters away. Calmly on my made-up bed. Drawing me in as if it was trapped in a black hole. The piles scattered around my small floor have only gotten bigger and more unordered. I reach for the small device knowing in the end, i will be at ease. My screen lights up brightly. Shining at me temptingly. I open it and with memorized fingers click the app- Pinterest. Each swipe pulls me deeper, a mix of fascination and frustration swirling inside. I feel a strange comfort in the endless images, yet a subtle ache grows with every perfect post I scroll past, reminding me of what I lack or desire. My heart races, my mind wanders, and for a moment, I am both distracted and painfully aware of my own restlessness. At last, a post comes to me in the perfect sense.
Wiping my tears to unblind myself from what is now right in front of me: my outfit of the day.

This small moment of event of my day has the ability to change how i feel, think act. It engulfs me. It runs to me like a little kid runs to their mom after being hurt. It eases me.

P.S- this is only a part of what I have so far, I need a bunch of help on it to at least reach my first rough draft. Any feedback would be great!

Hi. I am not sure what kind of paper you are trying to develop at this point so I cannot give you an exact review in relation to your target outcome. I can say that your paper has the potential to develop into an insightful and meaningful statement piece. You are putting yourself out there, your emotions easily seen and understood by the reader. Yet, the purpose for what you are doing remains unclear to me as someone who is trying to get to know you and understand where you are coming from. I think the paper needs more of a foundational paragraph before you delve into the emotions you feel and the play of fabric and material, or the relevance of Pinterest at this point. All of these paragraphs still have room for targeted development within your editing and revision process.

@Holt
Its more of a college essay, im not really sure what a good target outcome would be ,but i do know i want it to show how getting myself dressed every morning helps me prepare for the day mentally and emotionally. Taking the time to choose my clothes, notice colors and textures, and put together an outfit gives me a sense of control and calm, setting a positive tone for everything that follows.
Thank you for replying though. I am totally open to more feedback! Thank you
I just want to write a essay that is true to myself and something that shows people about me

@cecehascalledu
This is an adding to what i have written and following the feedback given to me about my starting foundational paragraph.

If you look good, you will feel good, and your day will be good- Common Application Essay, Open to any feedback!

"It's just clothes, put something on, and let's go." It is never just clothes for me nor a simple day where my appearance doesn't matter. The right outfit lifts my mood and confidence, turning clothes into comfort and self-expression.

Every waking thought in my mind tells me I do not care, until the tears well in my eyes from caring "too much." They have a tendency to flow down my face as each thought passes. Whispering to me "No, too bright.", "No, too tight.", "No... no... no." Flowing as i pluck through each of the small piles filled with textures, colors, & sizes. Each piece I touch isn't right. Article after article, piece after piece until my mind breaks down completely.

My phone sits only meters away. Calmly on my made-up bed. Drawing me in as if it was trapped in a black hole. The piles scattered around my small floor have only gotten bigger and more unordered. I reach for the small device knowing in the end, i will be at ease. My screen lights up brightly. Shining at me temptingly. I open it and with memorized fingers click the app- Pinterest. Each swipe pulls me deeper, a mix of fascination and frustration swirling inside. I feel a strange comfort in the endless images, yet a subtle ache grows with every perfect post I scroll past, reminding me of what I lack or desire. My heart races, my mind wanders, and for a moment, I am both distracted and painfully aware of my own restlessness. At last, a post comes to me in the perfect sense.

Wiping my tears to unblind myself from what is now right in front of me: my outfit of the day.

This small moment of event of my day has the ability to change how i feel, think act. It engulfs me. It runs to me like a little kid runs to their mom after being hurt. It eases me.