My fingers graze the top rack of my wardrobe, hunting for the familiar texture of my favorite suit jacket. I find it and can’t help but chuckle, wondering if it looks anything like I envision. I don the jacket along with its matching trousers, a crisp white shirt, and a pair of heels. Most would consider this overdressed for a doctor’s appointment, but it’s an ingrained habit. For me, a sharp look is my first line of defense against the negative attitudes others will have of me, simply because I lack a sense deemed vital.