CONFESSION: I could wear a striped shirt every day for two weeks straight (CORRECTION: I probably have) and not run out of options or need to do laundry. No, I’m not moonlighting as Where’s Waldo. And yes, I know you’ve been told they’re super unflattering unless you’re a 6 foot tall Parisian woman riding around town on a bicyclette. But I say, “C’est Faux!” Stripes are my jam. And always have been. It would be the understatement of the century to say that I haven’t gone through my fair share of awkward…