Dress - Thrifted T-Shirt Worn as Dress, Belt - Vintage (Boyfriend's), Boots - Thrifted, Bag - Vintage (Gift), Jewelry - Mostly Konstantino & JFR.SE
This dress is actually a blouse that is about five sizes too large for me (due to the fact that I am freaky child-sized). Lucky me, I'm able to throw a belt 'round it and it's just long enough to be a dress. When the wind blows, it's a bit obscene, but I try not to care about things like that. Once when I was in elementary school, I remember being extremely embarrassed -- I can't even recall why. However, I know that the feeling of embarrassment was so overwhelmingly uncomfortable to me that I vowed to never be embarrassed again. About anything. Ever. And you know what? I haven't been since. I realized that the way to make it through life without experiencing embarrassment is to be 100% comfortable with the things about yourself which you cannot control (cellulite, strange teeth, a grating shrill voice, etc.) and to use every poor choice you make as an opportunity to learn. Also, it helps to have a sense of humor about yourself.
I was wearing this shirt/dress thing, walking to get coffee, and a huge gust of wind came rushing from out of nowhere, blowing the skirt up to my chin, leaving my thong-clad and otherwise-nude buttocks exposed for the whole block to see. Honestly, I think my thighs are, objectively, my least favorite part of my body (we all nitpick ourselves way too much), so this could have been tantamount to a crisis, but I just laughed it off, and you know what? Everyone around me in the street politely laughed, too, and an elderly woman told me I was just like Marilyn Monroe, to which I replied, "Yeah, but I think Marilyn Monroe's underwear were probably a touch less scandalous!" And everyone politely laughed even more. Then I went in and got my coffee, and everything was just fine.
So there's that story. Also, wearing this, I wanted to point out that I hate, hate, hate the word "tribal" used to describe anything fashion-y. It is so western-centric and reductionist and uncomfortably offensive, like when your white great-grandmother uses the word "colored" and you know that she isn't trying to be inappropriate, but you still feel your stomach turn in knots anyway. I could explain why, in specifics, that word upsets me, but last year that brilliant little lady from The Seventeen Magazine Project already touched on it, so I will instead quote her:
"Besides the obvious absurdity of trying to use clothes as a substitute for actual travel experiences... I'm uncomfortable getting behind a trend that seems to lump all non-Western cultures together under the homogenous, inaccurate, and offensive moniker of 'tribal.' [sic] It takes fashion's habit of cultural appropriation one step further by saying, 'Not only are we going to mark elements of your culture as passing trends, but we are going to marginalize them by packaging them together with elements from other unrelated cultures as well.' Simply put, the whole thing sends a message that says, 'Look how adooorable (and marketable) other cultures are!' It reeks of colonialism to me. I'm not opposed to designers taking fashion inspiration from artifacts of other cultures, but I'm opposed to this practice being insensitively marketed as tribal. It creates a distinct 'us' and 'them' dichotomy."
-Jamie Keiles, The Seventeen Magazine Project
With that out of the way, I will leave you with these three things:
1. I wrote up 5 Thrifting Tips for Chictopia's Everybody is Ugly
2. Life According to Angel did an absolutely lovely interview with me -- she asked the most interesting questions and her website is fantastic!
3. I am thinking of writing a little something about why fashion models are skinny. Everyone will have an opinion, but I hope to provide more than opinions; I hope to provide explanations -- from me, a feminist, even!