Dressing to flatter your figure can be a tricky business. And I don’t just mean for those of you who define your own figure flattery priorities and chuck the traditional ones because they don’t suit your tastes and needs. Even if you choose to dress in a way that aligns with the current set of stylistic mandates – even if you dress to create a tall, balanced, slim-looking figure – your task can feel confusing and challenging because certain bits of stock style advice may not work for your unique figure. And even more confusingly, other bits may go against your fashion-y instincts.
Originally posted 2011-06-17 06:23:13.
I may weigh in on style rules around here, but I can’t say I’m terribly fond of them. Understanding them, knowing why they exist and how they work, and applying them occasionally as guidelines works just fine. But crafting every outfit around them? I’ll pass.
Especially since so many style rules are straight-up bullshit. Here are few of my infuriating faves:
- Fat girls can’t wear skinny jeans
- Skinny girls can’t wear chunky jewelry
- Short girls can’t wear long skirts
- Tall girls can’t wear platforms
- Curvy girls can’t wear stripes
- Boyishly-figured girls can’t wear pencil skirts
- Busty girls can’t wear turtlenecks
- Flat girls can’t wear bikinis
What a load.
As if a busty gal would BURST INTO FLAMES should she pull on a turtleneck. As if a short gal will sear the eyes of onlookers should she dare wear a maxi dress. As if there is one, and only one, choice for dressing and it is to create the tallest, skinniest, yet simultaneously most hourglass-y figure possible. At any cost. Including comfort, personal preference, and seasonal appropriateness. Makes me livid.
Originally posted 2011-04-06 06:08:18.
Before I became interested in dressing and style, I avoided thinking about my body. At all costs. I didn’t look in the mirror if I didn’t have to, didn’t focus much energy or attention on how my outfits interacted with my figure, and did my utmost to think about anything besides my own physicality. Because of this choice, the information I was given about my body came almost exclusively from external sources. And none of it was good news: I was chubby, disproportionate, my breasts were too small and my hips were too big, my arms were flabby and so was my stomach. Virtually all of this information was comparative: I was flabby compared to Gwyneth Paltrow, my breasts were too small compared to Victoria’s Secret models … you know the drill. I studiously ignored my body, hoping its perceived inadequacies would diminish if I pretended I was a brain in a jar. And yet this comparative information still crept in and made me feel inadequate.
Originally posted 2013-09-16 06:02:50.