Fashion is one of the very few forms of expression in which women have more freedom than men. And I don’t think it’s an accident that it’s typically seen as shallow, trivial, and vain. It is the height of irony that women are valued for our looks, encouraged to make ourselves beautiful and ornamental… and are then derided as shallow and vain for doing so. And it’s a subtle but definite form of sexism to take one of the few forms of expression where women have more freedom, and treat it as a form of expression that’s inherently superficial and trivial. Like it or not, fashion and style are primarily a women’s art form. And I think it gets treated as trivial because women get treated as trivial.
Also it can’t change without getting treated as a feminist issue. Lord knows everyone involved seriously needs to step it the fuck up and abolish the serious racism and body-hating that runs fucking rampant in this industry with a complete lack of respect for others.
Going to share a story now. I’m a freshmen in college, and as many of you know, college students often go to class in sweats and baggy T-Shirts. I, however, like dress nicely. Not really sure why I enjoy it so much, and there’s nothing wrong with dressing any other way. It might be because for years I watched my mom dress up nicely for her work, and I just took after her. I love fashion and shoes and being able to mix and match cute outfits together. But lately everyone has been judging me for dressing up. They always comment on my clothing and ask why I bother dressing up. Usually I just smile and shrug but honestly this is the reason why. And I’m tried of people assuming I’m obsessed with myself or that I’m shallow just because I enjoy the freedom fashion gives me.
I dress up because it gives me control over things in my life. It’s actually something my grandmother does as well, but for different reasons. When I dress pretty when I participate in fashion I get to live outside of what people expect of a fat girl. I wear bright colors and heels and walk around click clacking like I own the fucking place because knowing I love what I look like gives me the confidence to own who I am.
idk if that makes sense
but I love clothes, and I love high fashion
what I hate is the fatphobic retail fashion, what I hate is the racist fucked up body policing fashion industry
but the clothes, I love the clothes