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no one wants to admit they shop at hot topic but we all do
I love Hot Topic and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a black corset with matching lace around it and a black leather miniskirt, pink fishnets and black combat boots. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I was walking outside Hogwarts. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of preps stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.
Straight boy: what are you wearing ;)
Me: a black corset with matching lace around it and a black leather miniskirt, pink fishnets and black combat boots. black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I was walking outside Hogwarts. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of preps stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.
I wish i actually wore the fashion taste i have
I wish I could afford the fashion taste I have
I wish I had the body for the fashion taste I have
all of the above
-Obsessed with Ladybug and Chat
-Opens the window for only twenty minutes every day
-Bad puns that had too much time put into them
-“Heroes are just so…heroic!”
-“blASTED VALENTINES DAY”
-Terrible sense of fashion
-Bitter
-Loves butterflies
-Makes other people do my work for me
-Overly dramatic
rey can’t be a descendant of padme because everyone with the padme gene dedicates 50% of their money to fashion………like leia and luke are the only ones who have multiple costume changes in the orig trig and like have you seen how hard it is to put together a kylo ren cosplay? that’s because kylo ren is bringing the #amidalastyle to the sith where his grandfather never could
okay whoa whoa whoa we’ve established that rey grew up destitute and starving on a nigh-deserted junkyard planet with NO money to spend on fashion AND YET she has somehow delicately maintained her exceedingly stylish three-bun hairstyle for years, she has devised yeezy season 2 looks out of abandoned rags, she has created couture sunglasses out of smashed-up stormtrooper helmets? she has no resources and she is still making it fucking #work, truly she is padme’s descendant.
This weekend I was told a story which, although I’m kind of ashamed to admit it, because holy shit is it ever obvious, is kind of blowing my mind.
A friend of a friend won a free consultation with Clinton Kelly of What Not To Wear, and she was very excited, because she has a plus-size body, and wanted some tips on how to make the most of her wardrobe in a fashion culture which deliberately puts her body at a disadvantage.
Her first question for him was this: how do celebrities make a plain white t-shirt and a pair of weekend jeans look chic? She always assumed it was because so many celebrities have, by nature or by design, very slender frames, and because they can afford very expensive clothing. But when she watched What Not To Wear, she noticed that women of all sizes ended up in cute clothes that really fit their bodies and looked great. She had tried to apply some guidelines from the show into her own wardrobe, but with only mixed success. So - what gives?
His answer was that everything you will ever see on a celebrity’s body, including their outfits when they’re out and about and they just get caught by a paparazzo, has been tailored, and the same goes for everything on What Not To Wear. Jeans, blazers, dresses - everything right down to plain t-shirts and camisoles. He pointed out that historically, up until the last few generations, the vast majority of people either made their own clothing or had their clothing made by tailors and seamstresses. You had your clothing made to accommodate the measurements of your individual body, and then you moved the fuck on. Nothing on the show or in People magazine is off the rack and unaltered. He said that what they do is ignore the actual size numbers on the tags, find something that fits an individual’s widest place, and then have it completely altered to fit. That’s how celebrities have jeans that magically fit them all over, and the rest of us chumps can’t ever find a pair that doesn’t gape here or ride up or slouch down or have about four yards of extra fabric here and there.
I knew that having dresses and blazers altered was probably something they were doing, but to me, having alterations done generally means having my jeans hemmed and then simply living with the fact that I will always be adjusting my clothing while I’m wearing it because I have curves from here to ya-ya, some things don’t fit right, and the world is just unfair that way. I didn’t think that having everything tailored was something that people did.
It’s so obvious, I can’t believe I didn’t know this. But no one ever told me. I was told about bikini season and dieting and targeting your “problem areas” and avoiding horizontal stripes. No one told me that Jennifer Aniston is out there wearing a bigger size of Ralph Lauren t-shirt and having it altered to fit her.
I sat there after I was told this story, and I really thought about how hard I have worked not to care about the number or the letter on the tag of my clothes, how hard I have tried to just love my body the way it is, and where I’ve succeeded and failed. I thought about all the times I’ve stood in a fitting room and stared up at the lights and bit my lip so hard it bled, just to keep myself from crying about how nothing fits the way it’s supposed to. No one told me that it wasn’t supposed to. I guess I just didn’t know. I was too busy thinking that I was the one that didn’t fit.
I thought about that, and about all the other girls and women out there whose proportions are “wrong,” who can’t find a good pair of work trousers, who can’t fill a sweater, who feel excluded and freakish and sad and frustrated because they have to go up a size, when really the size doesn’t mean anything and it never, ever did, and this is just another bullshit thing thrown in your path to make you feel shitty about yourself.
I thought about all of that, and then I thought that in elementary school, there should be a class for girls where they sit you down and tell you this stuff before you waste years of your life feeling like someone put you together wrong.
So, I have to take that and sit with it for a while. But in the meantime, I thought perhaps I should post this, because maybe my friend, her friend, and I are the only clueless people who did not realise this, but maybe we’re not. Maybe some of you have tried to embrace the arbitrary size you are, but still couldn’t find a cute pair of jeans, and didn’t know why.
Bringing this back around because of that Teen Wolf article.
To all the lovely ladies and gents who follow my blog, when you despair over your shape while shopping remember, It’s not you.
This post is one of those things that I will reblog every time it appears on my dash. This is so important, and no one ever tells you about it.
It kind of really confuses me when Barbie commercials have little girls dressing them up and brushing their hair
Like no
Barbie is not about fashion. Barbie is about collecting as many dolls as you can get your grubby 7 year old hands on and dominating the living room with your expansive empire of plastic women. Barbie is about creating intricate social structures and spicy inter-family conflicts between town house residents. Barbie is about formulating complex back stories for tortured Ken dolls with emotional scars. It’s about creating near-sadistic dramatic plot twists that split up marriages and cause that one Barbie you really dislike to be ceremoniously tossed down the stairs in order to be offed by the jealous ex-wife of Ken #4.
Yes, but how do you make it into a marketable commercial that won’t freak parents and caregivers out?
I’ve always had the impression that advertisers don’t really understand how girls play with their toys.
When I played with Barbies I had this thing called “The Dead Pit” which was a purple bratz laundry hamper. So whenever a Barbie got killed off she would go in there. And what I would do was I would carry her to the dead pit while singing the dead pit song. The dead pit song was just saying “The dead pit” over and over again in different tones. Anyway, once I finally reached the pit I would announce “(name) has died.” And drop her in. I would wait a few moments. Then, I would violently shake the hamper while shrieking, pretending to be the tortured souls of dead barbies of the underworld. I thought it was hilarious.
Gwen and David have both parted from the camp. Against David’s wishes they have gone separate ways and have not spoken for two years. David has found a partner and is engaged to be married, he invites Gwen to the wedding to be their maid of honor.
This is the end, I simply wanted to thank anyone who supported this story through its creation. Your support and interest means a lot to me and I hope you enjoy the conclusion. Feel free to message me with your reactions and tag how much you cry in the tag. Enjoy!
Read previous chapters PLEASE BEFORE YOU READ THE FINALE under the tag: makeuminegwenvid
The soft sound of
her nail scratching the parchment was more pronounced than the buzzing chatter
of the women surrounding her. Gwen felt like a ghost who watched from the
sidelines as nymphs in silken gowns prepared their goddess for the final
sacrifice. She was a satyr of sorts swallowed in a low burning lust for the
unbridled joy the nymphs exuded as they brought gifts and flowers to decorate their
goddess on her golden pedestal.
Her fingertip brushed over the embossed A that made up Amber’s name on the wedding invitation placed ceremoniously among the other memorabilia.
hazbin-hotel-aesthetics-quotes
Vaggie: Angel No!
Angel Dust: *drinking hot cheeto dust mixed with vodka from a vase*
Angel Dust: Angel yES!
