“You’re very ummmmmmm different?” she said to me laughing.
I responded confidently, “I agree!”
A woman said this to me last week while I was cruising the racks at an upscale resale shop in New York City. Even though I took it as a compliment, she didn’t mean it that way. She was eluding to the fact that being different was a negative thing. In many places on our planet it’s forbidden to express yourself, but thankfully that’s not the case here in the United States. We’re free to be whoever we are and to dress the part no matter what that looks like. In Vermont where I live, you’re even allowed to be naked in public as long as you don’t disrobe outside.
Music festivals were the first place I experienced a true freedom to be myself where I dressed the part too. Out in the judgmental streets I wandered at home, I was scared to express myself because I was afraid of what people might think of me if I did. Not only with fashion, but in general. My outside was a reflection of what was going on inside. I rarely spoke up or stood up for myself.
I hated my job.
My boyfriend at the time was physically and mentally abusive.
Some of ‘friends’ took advantage of me because I let them.
I was in a funk when I wasn’t at a show or festival.
I went over the top crazy when I was at shows and festivals.
My adulting game was so strong that I almost Continue reading