I was very into dark, punk rock/alternative. I wanted to be different. Also, black was supposed to be slimming…. I
needed to look slimmer, even though people said I wasn’t fat, I was “beautifully
bodacious”... Well, my best friend,
Laura, said that.
Only, truth is, I really was fat. I needed to hide that
truth with black clothes.
I guess I was always hiding.
Using my clothes to hide me.
Everyone focuses on the outside of me, so they don’t look inside. That means safety to me. I never wanted anyone to know what I was like
inside, because I was a mess.
So let my clothes give them my message: dark, into punk, different and not-fat.
Please, let them believe it.