[She shuts her eyes.] Drifts off, untroubled, everything clear, and radiant, and all at once.
—Khaled Hosseini, from And the Mountains Echoed (via the-final-sentence)
Emilia Clarke - Vanity Fair Vanities by Williams & Hirakawa, April 2012
BELMOPAN, Belize –The Belize government says it has launched a “vigorous” investigation into the into the circumstances surrounding the near total destruction of the Maya archaeological site known as Noh Mul in northern Belize.
Police are also investigating the matter and the Ministry of…
I love that people assume that you dress for them, as if your choices are informed by their opinions. This is not just about men versus women. This is about everyone believing the world acts according to what makes people comfortable.
I’ve written about this in the past, but it is my firm belief that this mindset is born out of others’ lack of comfort in themselves. Because this only “matters” (and only warrants comment) when you notice. And to notice is to compare, to see the differences, to be fascinated by them.
Underneath all of this is the fact that what one person finds comfortable another person does not. I do not wear a lot of jeans. Never have, never really will. I’ve been the same height and (more or less) around the same size since I was in the 6th grade. Imagine that feeling of trying to look like everyone else and not physically being able to wear their clothes. Imagine trying to wear girls clothes and realizing your shape was not meant for these cuts.
For some, it’s a moment of defeat. For myself, it was a challenge. What do I really love? What can I call my own? I cannot fit into what they say is right, so I will fit into what is right for me. It’s a hidden sort of freedom, a forced radical individuality. Style by circumstance. I was eleven in the 6th grade. 15 years later, what I wear is a reflection of those feelings, that acceptance. I would not have it any other way.