When I was a child, mom and other women in the family scolded the way I dressed, all I wanted was clothes that wouldn’t fit me in the wings and shoes that would allow me to slip, in fact, he was jealous of the boys. . They’d take anything and go out on the street, they’d come back dirty. Boys’ stuff, adults said.
She doesn’t even look like a child!
- With the onset of adolescence.
- Loads have increased.
- After all.
- I had become a young woman.
- Young girls have to get dressed.
- But I hated bars.
- Bracelets.
- Earrings.
- Bras and high heels.
- All I needed were costumes that made me feel comfortable going up and down.
- Jumping into the puddles.
- In and out of the sea.
Mom was always very tidy. To this day, at 83 years old and with memory problems, it combines the color of the earring with the sandal of the hour. Then she was desperate for the messy duck coming into her basket. I wondered many times: don’t you have vanity? I was calm, if I asked now, I’d say, Of course I’m vain, Mom, but there are several kinds of vanity. Among them, the vanity of not worrying about clothes.
In my youth, in the late 1970s, my costumes took off, my college friends and friends didn’t charge for dress styles, my hair was long and tore. He was carrying an eternal bag of long leather. Those were happy years, during which I speculated dreams, perspectives, illusions. Soon after, I met feminists, it was the green light for me to dress up and undress the way you wanted. I realized that fashion, like everything else, is political.
I’m sixty now. Interestingly, I am no longer a woman, I think I am inspired by the libertarian irreverence of the cartoonist Laerte, the thing is that I took care of the haircut, seriously considering combining the color of the blouse with the color of the pants. . Maybe I’ll adopt the lipstick. Red lips are beautiful. Maybe more neat than I can for love to get a good smile from Mom.
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