Growing up I always wondered why people were so concerned with fashion. I was never given the best clothing. Mainly because my mothers priority for myself and my siblings was food in our mouths, and a good education.
I associated the fashion industry with pretentious elitists, that made their mirrors a best friend. Probably because their real friends couldn’t keep up with the demand of ego boosting they needed.
I didn’t see the Art in Fashion. After watching overzealous shows on TV with women in large feather hats, and ridiculous outfits in leopard print, I thought it was a contest to see who can make a skinny white girl look the most atrocious.
Fashion in my middle class neighborhood, was no different. Guys would wear tall white tee shirts and expensive sneakers, and be crowned top of the food chain. Women would wear colorful hair attachments, and Gold chains with their names on it, and be the queens of hive.
The fashion world, always seemed like this exclusive lifestyle that i couldnt be apart of.
Then I put on my first fitted dress shirt.
Something happened to me. I realized the clothes don’t make the man it is the man that makes the clothes. The garments have to work for you. Just because everyone is wearing it doesn’t mean it isn’t special. You can create and customize, your clothing based of how you feel!
This overwhelming feeling has truly made me appreciate people that do spend that extra time in the mirror. Why not feel confident about how you express yourself on the outside. Especially in a day and age where people don’t take time to know the inside, why not give them a glimpse of who you are on the outside!