The End Of The Line
It doesn’t matter what vibe a piece
of clothing starts with, as soon as it’s on my back, its infected with my
personality and it changes. And that, I’ve learnt, isn’t a bad thing…its me. Its
my personality ….I’m not going to f**k with that…I shouldn’t have to.
What I'm actually most pleased about is that I've made friends with my face.
In the past, we've had a bit of a love/hate relationship, but when I had nowhere else to hide - no bells, no whistles and no diversion tactics - we had some quality time together, and I realised we're a winning combination...
To be fair
to my hair, it’s not the only thing I’ve taken to hiding behind. Jewellery, accessories,
crazy prints and clashing colours – you name ‘em.
It’s true that you sometimes have to strip everything back to find out who you are, and I think I’ve done that. And who I am is a woman who is quite happy to please noone but herself when considering what to wear.
Although I’ve had some fun over 30 days pretending I'm not….
So will I be shaving my head anytime soon? Probably not.
But I realise now that my canvas doesn’t always need to be so……Heavily embellished.
I don’t need all the razzle dazzle, but I like a bit of hardwear every once and a while. After all, it’s my party, and I’ll rock if I want to!
‘I’ll never look a thing like she
does’….That’s not mine, I stole it from the Noisettes.
In my case, never a truer word was
said.
Every day during this experiment someone would ask me ‘so
what's happened?? Are you dating? Engaged? Married???
To be fair, this
whole thing began because I wanted to see if me ‘finding feminine’ and changing
my style would result in a more 'male friendly' version of me, and monitoring how this radical (well – it was for me) change
affected me day to day.
In truth, I took on all the pearls of wisdom that my male friends gifted to me as part of my research and there was a distinct increase in the frequency of declarations of interest. However, I’m not sure if this was simply because I was on the lookout for it… (intentionise, intentionise)...
My antennae were highly attuned.
It wasn’t until I was back in my civvies and 'unadulterated St. Louis,' complete with a gold metal collar from the V and A museum, (The shop. It wasn’t a smash and grab by a woman driven mental by fashion gubbins deprivation) 50s style quiff, black studded stilettos, a black dress and the reddest, glossiest lipstick I could get my hands on that I got chatted up by the hottest, funniest, most direct, most honest and possibly the bravest bloke who’d tried his luck with me for a long time.
O.k, I'll admit, it was a foxy dress. It was short, with quite a low
front. But it wasn’t an ‘easy’ one.
It wasn’t a ‘feminine’ one.
It wasn’t a ‘feminine’ one.
Half tuxedo jacket,
half jersey body con, asymmetric shouldered with lapels and accessorised with a
gold metal neck piece and cuffs.
I looked like Boudicca at a black tie dinner.
I looked like Boudicca at a black tie dinner.
Was it a coincidence that this happened just as the experiment had
finished, when I’d taken all the lessons I’d learnt, binned what I didn’t agree
with and was actually in a really happy contented place about who I was, how I looked
and most importantly confident??
...Only the karma police will be able to give
you a comprehensive answer to that, but I tell you something….
...I think not.
So in conclusion, here are my words of wisdom in the style of Jerry Springer....
If you dress like a duck, walk like a duck and quack like a duck. You’ll attract a duck.
I am not a duck.
Nx
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