My head is recovering today from the strange world of fashion-- well I am not sure it can ever really do that. But regardless, I feel a little slow and strange, a bit like I had my ego ripped out from underneath me. It isn't about body image- it is how you "own it." Well that borrows a current phrase of understanding with the kids. There were all different sized beautiful women at the show, participating as models and yet somehow today I feel subpar. IS this why models have such a hard job? Is it a continual bash to one's ego to stand and be stared at?
Cool experiences from yesterday include:
- Late lunch at Frank's in Alton, IL- in full goth-y makeup.
- The after cleanup at Laumeier, sitting in Cromlech Glen with lights around the top and appreciating the stars.
- Seeing Matty at drive through at 1:15am.
