I don't get how people do it. Who actually possesses the ability to manage life, school, internets, and other stuff? I don't think it's possible. Needless to say, writing or posting hasn't been my highest priority, but so be it. It can't always be. I'm not superhuman, are you?
Well, before I go on typing this mindless article, I wanna introduce two things; my blog's semi-unofficial 2nd birthday, which took place sometime in late December of 2009 (Happy neglected and belated birthday to you, Satellite Heart!), and of course, the coming of the New Year! 2012 feels so futuristic but actually not really. It sure sounds cool. I just hope we all make it through the end of the year so we can all cry to the Hobbit and embrace how remarkable the film will be.
Something has inspired me to write down my insight my personal philosophy and approach to style, fashion, and seemingly superficial things in relation to individuality and self-expression, and what it means to be an Empowered Dresser. Particularly this age-old "accusation" of sorts common among teenage girls (and women alike) of seeking attention through dressing a certain way. And I have two responses to this; it isn't about attention, it's about being courageous and comfortable with yourself. And second, what's wrong with attention, if it's not negative?
It goes without saying that I stand out in a crowd. I have bright purple hair, often in an extremely curly and frizzy mess, sometimes flat ironed, or in correlation to right now, in some vintage-y barrel curls. And I dress weird. I have this compulsive habit (it's almost a problem) of buying used clothes that no one on the face of the planet would ever want to wear just because of how blindingly ugly it is. I'm fascinated. So when I step out of the house and roam the halls of my high school, probably looking less than desirable in the eyes of the opposite sex, and like I'm fresh out from a terrible episode of Full House, it attracts attention. But as I relish in my obsession with hideous clothes and my obnoxious hair, I am also in a comfortable state of mind. Like when I found this ridiculous looking peacock Christmas tree ornament that I suddenly had the urge to wear on my head, I did. Not because I necessarily wanted people to gawk at me and ask me why the hell I was wearing a plastic bird on my head, but because it was just something that I liked. And by god, nothing is going to stop me from wearing a damn peacock on my head if it is going to make me happy.
I won't even doubt that people's creativity is held back by so many ridiculous factors, that in the big scheme of things don't actually matter. People are far too concerned with what is "socially acceptable" and what is in the realm of "normal" rather than actually following through with what they truly want to do. I, for one, am completely fed up and disgusted with what society tells me I should be or well, and I think it's stupid that this sort of pressure even exists. The world would be a much different place is people were free from this nonsensical eye of judgement, and it could either be for better or for worse. What I genuinely don't understand is why people don't jump at any opportunity to please themselves or to be happy.
I find this sort of relief through making myself look like a weirdo. Not because I want to be "cool," "hip," or "different," but simply because it's what makes me happy, what makes me feel like a strong person, and because I'm not afraid of shocking anyone. I've come across people before who have told (told, because apparently this is something they know for a fact) me that the only reason why I dress the way I do, or do anything I do for attention from people. I never bother arguing with these sorts of statements, because I know they're not true. And whoever is making this judgement is obviously not worth my time. And who doesn't like to be complimented on the totally rad coordinating eyeshadow/belt buckle color scheme you're rocking that day?
Freedom to wear whatever you want is largely attributed to one major factor--having courage. Possessing the courage to stand out, to defy normal social standards, and to basically not give a shit about what anyone else has to say about it is not something that you just come by or you just decide to have one day. If it for you, then congrats and well done. Learning to have courage is also learning to become comfortable with yourself, which is never, ever fully achieved. Everyone still has days in which they're weary of judgement or feeling crappy. But getting the courage and mustering up the strength to free yourself and your creativity regardless of judgement is well worth the struggle of looking for acceptance and wanting to be "normal."
I sometimes felt guilty at times for loving something so based on outward appearance, and what something looks like. It felt shallow at times. But then I realized exactly what fashion and self-expression meant to me, is that it's so beyond superficiality. It's a way of releasing oneself just like any other art form or media of expression, and has a worth more than whether it's pretty or not.
tl;dr: Pleasing people is stupid. Fashion is not superficial. Screw everyone and what they think. Wearing peacocks on your head is not a crime.