Monday, 28 March 2011

Sorting out my clothes.

Since being old enough to dress myself, I've always bummed around in jeans, T shirt and a baggy hoody.
This is partly due to wanting to appear androgynous so no one would treat me like a girl. I didn't like being a girl. Boys where hard, tough and cool and if I wanted to hang out with them as equals, I had to dress like them.

At times I did have to dress in a way to extenuate my female features to attract males but it was never truly my choice of fashion.

When I Finally had the option to get out of the grey tank tops, trainers and ripped knee jeans I was facing a bit of an identity crisis.  What do I like? what suits my body and my personality, what is my style?

Deciding what I want from what I wear was the essential move.  something practical? something that makes me fade in to the background, what ever all the other kids are wearing... am I goth, scene, biker chick, frumpy mumsy... Do I identify myself as working class, druggy scum, arty bohemian type, womanly, tomboy, young, old... am I a PJ Harvey or am I a Joni Mitchel?

I still can not say.
Maybe I am just political slogan shirt and skinny jeans... Maybe I wear what I think is fab design weather it suits me or not.

I'm still playing around and experimenting with what makes me feel like myself and what makes me feel like the person I want to be.

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