Part of the glee I get from dressing up is from knowing that my refusal to be a "well dressed" fat person (knee skimming a line skirts, fitted clothes, covered arms, cleavage maximised and fat streamlines), and instead choosing to be inappropriate, garish, glamorous, to make my own mistakes rather than fit within this tiny tiny acceptable box.
Most importantly, perhaps, fashion is self-discovery for me. Without going into details, I feel like I've had some pretty rough patches and sometimes I feel as if I've lost sight of who I was to begin with. Playing with gender, genre, style and period allows me to engage with not only my personal history, but my lineage, my cultures, my heroes and my politics.
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