I remember going shopping for an outfit for my first job in an office. I bought a matching top and trousers in an greeny color thinking that I look smart and professional. I looked like Mao Tse-tung in a blonde wig.
I've come to accept that with a short and stocky build, many clothes have the gift for making me look like I've just freshly stepped off the jobs they were (in some cases vaguely) derived from.
I don't know why my school careers advisor didn't notice this and suggest I became a plumber, lumberjack or mechanic.