|Isn't it divine?|
But it got me thinking, as such things invariably do, about self-image and clothing in general. There have been thoughts on this over at Stana's Femulate blog that are much better presented and famous than anything I could cobble together but, because I am me, I'm going to try anyway.
|But, you see, there are plenty of women who aren't your|
College-Age type who still ooze femininity.
Mind you, even this plays to the stereotype. I know
I'm not any better.
|Actually an image on confidence rather than any|
kind of body issues but the emotion here seems
It should, therefore, come as no surprise that I don't really consider what I look like in women's clothing. When I was looking at all of these clothes in the charity shops I was thinking primarily of how it looked rather than how it would look on me. When I wear these clothes I don't really consider how I look in them, mainly because I think I already know that answer: I look like a tit. Instead I focus on how they feel and what they, the clothes, look like. So much so that I really avoid looking in any kind of reflected surface when wearing them.
|Yes, that dance. I did it in a|
Goth club before moving on
to the very popular
'guess the weapon'
were we mimed various
weaponry a la 'Spaced'...
|I would look horrible in any of these.|
Then there's the clothes, I tend to turn my nose up at most tops made for females, there are so few that appeal to me as there are so many I find myself rejecting. I can't do strappy tops or low-cut tops or low neckline tops or slightly see-through tops or sleeveless tops because of a lack of natural cleavage and the fact that my underarm hair resembles an entrance to Hell. As a consequence most blouses are out (transparency or low neckline issues) as are most t-shirts (underarm hair) or just plain tops (strappy and low-cut). I wonder how women cope. By contrast I am happy to consider skirts and some dresses, even women's trousers. Go figure.