“Okay. Now your pants,” he said.  I gave a crooked grin, regretting it when he didn’t return it.  “Is that fine?”  “Of course,” I stuttered.  My fingers fumbled clumsily at my belt as I swallowed the lump in my throat. Every look, every gesture I’d been making exposed my inexperience. But my pants slipped down, pooling at my ankles. Instinctively, I shielded myself.  “Shy?”  “Not exactly,” I muttered.  A cheeky grin grew on his face. “I’ll need to reach the inseam.”  I tried

I slam my door shut, sprawl pink shoes across my stained carpeted room It was uncomfortable Periodically stabbing the heel of my foot I spread across my bed. I’m gassed. The thought of shoes joining the feet of another person, it’s hysterical.  No way these weren’t meant for me.  As I am. As I continue to be.  I want a clean room with pink sheets & pink pillow cases & pink flowers on the window sill  & pink plushies & a pink blanket & a pink drink & a pink poster of Mean Girl

Photos courtesy of CDG SIX 1/4 (1997) Comme De Garçons' Spring Summer 1997 womenswear collection "Body Meets Dress/Dress Meets Body" is one of the most iconic examples of avant garde conceptual fashion. It is widely interpreted as an exploration of the grotesque female body and a parody of patriarchal beauty standards. It can be analyzed through a feminist theoretical lens which incorporates Mikhail Bakhtin's theory of the grotesque body and Julia Kristeva's theory of the abj

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It’s currently New York Fashion Week, and I’ve irrationally developed the fear of a stranger in Lower Manhattan chasing me down with a mic and camera to ask the dreaded question of “what are you wearing?” In this not-so-unrealistic reality, I’m wearing a $7 Shein shirt, Forever 21 jeans, clearance-rack boots, and bronzed Urban Outfitters bangles.  When the question of this impromptu journalist leaves their mouth, mine can’t find the words due to embarrassment over my shirt be

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