Saturday, October 02, 2010

Identity...

I can never seem to come to any sort of decision about my identity...

Take for example my style of dress.  I've been looking around on ebay today and found the following...










I just adore all this stuff, and it all comes in my size (her arse has it's own postcode, baby got back!)...

My problem is, NO ONE around where I live where's this stuff, so by wearing it, I bring a hell of a lot of attention to myself - and my kids.  But really, should that matter?

Considering the kinds of books I write, this clothing could be seen as extention of my character world - getting into my characters.  And besides, it's really not like I "pass for normal" anyway...

Oh, I've just discovered this whole new world of clothing for women like myself (who don't fit this society's idea of the ideal size) and I'm absolutely busting to get my hands on some of this stuff!  I need to embrace my inner self, as "weird" as others might think I am...

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