ah ... for the sake of beauty; ouch

we tug, we squirm, we hiss, we gasp,
we battle, we fight, we suck our entire guts in
..... just to get into that pair of skinny jeans that shouldn't even be purchased or sold, in the first place.

it's called skinny for a reason. but not only is it skinny, it's literally clinging so-tight-you-can't-breathe. oh wait, maybe it's painted on except oh yeah, you can see the creases and folds.

and it doesn't end there. once we get into the desired pair of jeans, black, blue, dark blue, light, washed out, frayed and etc, we are rendered paralysed. we can't touch our toes, we can't breathe right. no eating. no drinking too much (going to the toilet is a nightmare as the battle begins all over). no squirming. no slouching, hey maybe it's a good 'posture training' device.

anyway, moving on from the torturous pair of jeans, we have ze shoes, non?

we teeter on it, balancing precariously,
tip-toeing about daintily, trying not to slip and trip at the same time
while not grimacing at the blisters forming at unknown parts of our soles
smiling, we walk as if it's a breeze to strut about on stilts but come on, practical?
no it's not. and boy do they hurt.
the straps cut into your heels
the sides dig into your feet
the soles scrap your feet rough.

then there are the tops.

some are so tight, we dare not sit for fear of everything unsightly revealing itself
some are too loose at places we can't figure out; we constantly have to tug at it, pull it back in place or drape it around in hopes of it not falling apart.
some are of a wrong colour,
some turn peek-a-boo when under direct light.

wow. what a job. that alone burns away half our brain cells. (no they don't. i'm kidding)
and this is only what you see on the outside. i haven't even started on the inside.

so really, when i think about it, who is it for?

do we wear what we wear for ourselves?
or do we wear what we wear for that fleeting gasp of admiration we get?

p.s. post inspired after a day out with a beloved group of girls of similar fate




p.p.s no i haven't reached the state of wearing outfits i can't breathe in but i just felt chirpy enough to attach the pic