Wednesday, September 23, 2009

dear kate,

nostalgia!

this is how our first blogs started, remember? what year was that? when you moved to melbourne and we had diaryland accounts as a way of keeping in touch. the very beginning of me telling the internet all my private business.
Have you seen that underwear that says "I'm blogging this"? I never wear clothes with slogans, but I wish I'd made my own a few years ago when I was fucking and telling in zines and blogs. The whole process of blogging is different with a partner who doesnt chose to put his body and life out for public consumption. I have to be more careful.

It's weird, you are that frenchy look to me, like the girl to be aspired to in that look. audrey hepburn if that holiday was in paris not rome.

Dressing For One's size is so intense. Dressing For One's size (afterwards known as DFOS) means your size, your shape, your body is more important than your personality. I should wear flowing clothes, and cover my arms, and go for ladylike, even though I've always been more (felt more) flash and ass than class.

You know I can't get through a conversation about body or fashion without talking about Beth Ditto. I love her because she never dresses for her size. Have you seen her collection for evans? this is only part of it, i guess the rest is out of stock.
None of that shit makes a fat girl look skinny, or creates an hourglass silhouette. Beth Ditto looks fierce, and she uses fashion to express herself not disguise herself.

...I'm working on convincing myself of this stuff. I don't want to try to hide my body behind layers, or be ashamed of it. I don't want to think I'll only be attractive if I create some kind of fashion illusion. I don't want DFOS in my head.

I'm so glad you're just the right amount of sexy for cleo. It's what I've always wanted for you,

love, rina. x

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