Dear Fashion World

I don't understand you.  I don't understand what makes high-end fashion fashionable; nor will I ever understand what makes clearly malnourished women, with bodies resembling that of a 10 year old boy's, beautiful to you.

As I planted my (don't gasp too loudly) size 6 ass, which I should mention rests on a 5'1" frame, in my chair this morning, my boss handed me this:

She didn't stick around long enough to notice the puzzled look on my face as my brain tried to process the image before me.  It took several seconds and a rather prolonged blank stare before it registered that I was looking at a woman with literally no breast tissue.  I wondered if this was merely a fucked up case of photo-shopping a woman's head on a little boy's body (which is creepy no matter how you look at it); or maybe my eyes were just messing with me since I hadn't infused my veins with caffeine yet.  Even as I blog, I can't help but feel a little pervy because my eyes have a tendency to notice the child-like nipples on the cover of this fashion magazine.  I also can't help but feel saddened by the fact that this is what the delusional fashion world deems a "model," which by one definition is 'a standard or example for imitation or comparison.'  If this is a standard for imitation or comparison, there should be no question as to why young girls and even women have such skewed ideals for their bodies.


I'm off to eat something, anything really, because that's all this magazine motivates me to do. 

Needle Therapy

Grandma,

When I get to heaven and you ask me, "Jita, why did you do that?", my response will be, "Because I was emotional, really missed you, and needed some therapy."   My method of therapy just happened to involve a needle, not a Dr.  You always were and always will be precious to me, and I carry you in my heart forever.  I love you, Precious. 

Such Character

 

Outfit Details: Blouse-gifted; Jacket-really old; Jeans-Macy's clearance ($6); and heels Charlotte Russe ($10)

 

It's been nearly four weeks since my last post and I have to admit I've missed taking to my computer to ramble about my life.  My life has been fairly disorganized the last few weeks, but I finally feel like I might find some order again.  So what better way to launch my return to the cloud than with an outfit post?  My good friend Ella delivered the full-of-character top in one of her first posts and also gifted a duplicate to me.  Admittedly, I like the way she styled the top better than the casual look I opted for, but I didn't want to completely jock her style.

Heels, pearls & perfume,
Me