A friend, a very attractive friend I might add, has given away all her turtleneck sweaters.

"How come?" I innocently asked. Her response was something to do with the framing of her jowls. "But it hides the neck" I countered. Unlike Nora Ephron, I suspect she hates her jowls more.

I find my insecurities are more total body centric. 

And of course, the what to wear is exacerbated by "who am I?"

This should not be confused with a philosophical question, answered in some esoteric, abstract way.

If you have no schizophrenic tendencies you won't be able to relate. For those of us who do, it's a real quandary. "Am I hip and trendy, buttoned up and corporate, bohemian?" So we poll our collective selves for clues. If the quandary is over what to wear on a date, check out what he was sporting on his profile. If it was shorts, black socks and sandals, you can always cancel the encounter. Unless, of course, his name is Rolfe. 

But, in the spirit of having absolutely no clear sense of self, one can always resort to looking at what your favorite celebrity wore. Then, via modern technology click and find where you can get that exact same look. 

Yeah, that should do it. Unless, of course you are still grappling with the "who am I" part of the equation. Today I am Madonna, tomorrow Madeleine Albright. Perhaps, even better, a combination of the two.