Sunday, October 25, 2009

The clothes of myself.

I want to wear myself like I wear my favorite t-shirt. Or like I wear my ugly sweatshirt when I'm feeling lazy. Or like I wear my really uncomfortable heels when I feel like I need to look and act older and sexy. After all, where lies the difference between wearing a garment and wearing a self? I am so many things. I can choose to put on one or the other when I wake up in the morning. Today I strut content. Yesterday I donned determined and motivated. Tomorrow I may try on nervous. I wonder if i'll get complimented on my new look, or if I'll find that maybe it's not as comfortable as it felt it would be in the dressing room. Does a look have to be seen? Does it have to be a physical, touchable entity covering my skin?

Today I wear my self. Tomorrow I wear myself. But between the 48 hours, I may look very different. I may walk between two worlds of fashion without ever changing the cotton material on my body. And that doesn't make me any less of a model.

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