April 20, 2020
Fashion is Me: a poem about not only defying society but also yourself in order to be who you were meant to be.
By theblackspirits
Fashion is Me
There’s no such thing as outdated fashion
Recycled, repeated maybe
But I know one thing
Fashion will always be unique
No matter what class
Not matter how much cash you have
Clothes doesn’t just have a functional purpose
I had friends who loved clothes that showed off their ass
I had other friends who rather cover the wounds on their backs
Clothes that don’t fit who you are could give you an identity crisis
So why am I writing about this?
Because this happened to me.
Through most of my life, I was a copied robot
My parents bought, bought, bought
Clothes that fit, kept me warm
But too much like them
Colours and patterns I don’t like
Like that shirt from Ann Taylor
Bright pink, orange and green stripes
I know when I was young, people thought it made me look ugly
They saw it right through me
But no one deserves to call me ugly
No matter what clothing I’m wearing
I decided to rebel, swallowed my pride
Wore that hideous shirt like a badge on my stripes…
Literally.
I find that most people like it when I wear basic, mature, preppy.
They’re not even clothes to me, just thingies
Yet, so many people complement me on these unnatural-alien-like fabric
I thought it was the right thing to do
To blend in with the crowd, letting others tell me what to wear, what to do
I realized mature, preppy, basic is boring.
Who knew?
It became too annoying.
Okay
A waste of money maybe
To throw away all of your clothing.
But what’s worse?
To have clothes smother your self-worth?
To have your clothes clingier than burs?
Or to wear clothes that let you breathe?
I chose the latter
I was never pastel-ly
I was never colourful
I was never stereotypically beautiful.
I was always dark.
My life’s horror made me stark
I was bare, I absorbed its’ scars
My experiences always wanted me to be grungy
With a confident strut
A secret swagger that wanted to come out
Once I became a blank slate, I learned I was a sneaker-head
I loved looking for new trends
Heels, flats go away
Come in, my darling, pink Cortez, classic Superstars, high-top Maroon converse and black and gold retro AJs
Straight jeans made me feel old and gloomy
Skinny and distressed denim makes me youthful and sexy
Patches add a touch of surprise and individuality
What I love most is my lipsticks
I love lipsticks that make me edgy.
Why do people tell me to do an eyeliner to be pretty?
I got the pouty lips.
Damn, I deserve to flaunt them.
Lilacs, Majestic purples, Lovely Reds to Midnight Blues
I am an artist
I have a palette and my lips are a canvas
There’s never a dull moment on deciding which lipstick I want to put on next
I still believe in inner beauty
I think it’s more important than your outer anatomy
But why can’t you show the you nobody else can see?
If you can’t see what I’m trying to say:
Here, I’m going to say it in the most basic way:
Fashion is you.
You do you, boo boo.
– theblackspirits