Finally got back into writing, but this was originally for a class! I'm a little rusty but I hope it gets its point across. This was for a fashion sustainability class and we had a module on body image that really resonated with me. Here is my final project. Here is the text since it is hard to see:
"You’re 12 years old Your body is changing You are no longer flat and streamlined You are no longer just lines and angles You become wide and curvy, lumpy and bumpy Its becoming harder to shop for clothes, The one thing you enjoyed most Has turned its back on you Because you no longer fit its standards No one on tv or in movies looks like you No curvy models to look up to You’re 15 years old You go shopping with your mom There are so many beautiful clothes Of all patterns and colors But you leave with nothing One store after another Your mom suggests a lunch break And you barely eat the salad you ordered You excuse yourself to the bathroom You scrutinize yourself Your rolls, your love handles, your thunder thighs and cellulite Its all holding you back You’re 17 years old You’ve turned to online shopping Because you can’t bare to be rejected by every shop all at once You browse a website And fall in love with an outfit But you know deep down you cant pull it off The model in the product image is tall and slender And you’re short and thick You order it anyway just to see You put it on and oh my god you were right Everything is either too tight or not flattering You dread this day, the day you shop in the plus sized section This shouldn’t be a big deal should it? But it is If anyone saw you here you’d be torn to bits None of these clothes are fashionable at all You can’t get any trendy pieces in your size You’re stuck with potato sacks You’re in the grocery store You’re on line to pay Every tabloid and magazine tagline screams at you “lose 10lbs in one week!” “drop four dress sizes INSTANTLY” You look at your cart and abandon it You’re 20 years old Trying to get into the fashion industry You want to see change You want to see diversity You don’t want young people to struggle the same you did The same way you still do You want to see clothes that flatter curves Models that represent the majority of the population You want to abolish the plus size section You want all fashion and trends to fit everyone But you can’t do this alone You need a community, a support system You need the industry to hear the millions of voices That beg for inclusivity To shatter the “illusion” the “fantasy” of fitting the mold Of fitting into the tiny box that society forces you into You need to spark a revolution And you know it’s possible Because it began all those years ago when you were 12
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Today, September 27, 2018, is my nineteenth birthday. I wrote many versions of this that were all very different. I liked this one because it reflects on how birthdays have been for me as a whole, and then transitions to a short part about becoming nineteen. I hope this year transitions me away from my negative experience as a teenager and into a positive adulthood.
I always feel like I'm behind in life. That people I knew from high school are going on to bigger and better things, but I'm stuck. I see that I have potential, but no one has noticed it. I want to show the world who I am and what I'm capable of. I want to bloom.
Since it's suicide prevention week, I decided to write about how it feels to keep everything bottled up and for it to eventually come crashing down. Hope it's not too corny!
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