I could appreciate the benefits of being sartorially-proficient the conversation starter that a new pair of shoes can bring etc. but despite trying to look nice, I had always suspected and covertly bought into the notion that to be obsessed with fashion was to be preoccupied with the surface and concerning oneself with fabrics, patterns, and foot coverings belied an individual who had nothing of substance to say-as surface as his or her preoccupations
I haven't entirely changed my view
I still think that the fixation on the changing trends and the in ness and outness of certain silhouettes, patterns, looks, etc. are time wasted.
I get food- that's my thing.
Food makes sense to me- provides nourishment, brings communities and people together, reflects traditions, culture...
But now I get the artistry
I get the preoccupation
Whether you claim or care or not, there is a level of consciousness one has to have about their appearance
Even when you are "not giving a fuck" in your sweats and dirty tee-shirt
The choice to wear those things is the choice of how you want to be perceived
This paradox emerges- not caring but you care about not caring
Despite this
I don't know if this is girly, or silly, or superficial for me to say
But I can't help liking the way a new pair of shoes, dress, or piece of jewelry makes me feel.
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