faux leather jacket: Black Rivet :: gold bodycon skirt: Forever 21:: asymmetrical top: thrifted::heels: Nine West, thrifted
I occasionally get emails from readers who tell me that I wear "skinny girl clothing" pretty well. In my head, "skinny girl clothing" is pretty much equivalent to bralette tops, halter tops, or low-dipping necklines, neither of which I wear because, well, I'm not "skinny," if you catch my drift.
All kidding aside, I take those emails as compliments, but they do make me think about how we, as a society, have managed to categorize clothing based on body images. Are there really such things as clothing styles exclusively for "skinny" or, alternately, "fat" people? Whatever happened to plain old style? The dichotomy of fat vs skinny bothers me more than anything. It dictates that you can only be one or the other, when we all know that we're all different shades of grey. Damn the dichotomy!
While I've never been on the "skinny" side, as dictated by the scale, the measuring tape, the number on the size tag (what shade of grey is that?), I don't let any of those discourage me from wearing whatever I want to put on my body. Take for instance this asymmetrical top I thrifted, never worn and complete with tags. The shopkeeper told me that scads of "skinny" women have tried this top and decided against it because it was "too complex" to wear. As soon as I slipped the top on, I knew it was going home with me. And the shopkeeper agreed. I say: Wear what makes you look good. Wear what makes you happy. Wear it because you can.