You can wear whatever you feel confident in. Clothing advertisements convince us that only thin girls with perfectly contoured faces can wear crop tops, bikinis, and short shorts. I am telling you now, all of this is wrong.Â
I love fashion, and when I was younger I was fearless about my fashion choices. There was no combination of prints and patterns I did not try – Plaid and floral, stripes and stars, polka-dots and squares. But as I grew older and more aware of the rules of fashion, I reigned it in. Funky patterns were replaced with red converse and t-shirts broadcasting that I didn’t like Mondays or French phrases that roughly translated to “Donut of the Donut.” The style choices I made in middle school were more about me trying to fit in than they were about my opinions on those subjects. Clothes were no longer a way to experiment with self-expression, but rather a way of hiding my body. I was settling into the lie that fashion just “wasn’t for me.”
I started growing hips and curves. My body felt completely alien to me, and it didn’t help that my adolescence coincided with the rise of reality television. I watched “America’s Next Top Model” where contestants were subjected to public weighing and a “plus-size” model was anyone above a size four. It was the airbrushed fashion campaigns, the over-sexualized magazine covers, and the makeup ads on Facebook. Society was screaming at women that there was a certain way to be beautiful, as if I wasn’t already screaming that to myself.Â
I recently watched a YouTube video by Sierra Schultzzie, a beauty and lifestyle vlogger, where she recreated iconic celebrity photos without retouching. It was beautiful and inspiring so I decided to do it myself. I reclaimed my body through recreating the magazine ads I felt so insecure looking at as a young girl. It felt like some form of exposure therapy. I was looking at photos of my body next to Kendall Jenner’s, clearly seeing the differences between us that I couldn’t change, and I still felt beautiful. Now, the magazine spreads that once gave me so much anxiety have suddenly become a symbol of the progress I have made. This photo series is much more than the product of my boredom in quarantine. It is the reclaiming of so many years spent comparing and self-loathing. I love fashion, and I am learning to view clothes the way I once did. It is an extension of who I am, not a way to hide it. I wear bright colors and flared pants and fashion is most definitely for me.
All of my photos can be found here.