|Sweater: Rachel Antonoff, Shirt: White Stuff, Jeans: From Hong Kong,|
Boots: From Norway
While I was still doing that play in Norway, and wearing myself into tatters organizing it all, I would spend the evenings sneakily looking at the Rachel Antonoff website and dreaming about owning this sweater. At the time, some of my girlfriends were really coming through for me - one girl even stayed at my house for a week and helped me make props and the programmes - and this sweater seemed like the ultimate best friend statement piece. I've seen it described as lesbian friendly too, and by all means, it's cool that people can wear it like that as well. But things always mean different things for different people. And for me, this cute cheesy blurb just says that "Hey, that's my friend and I'll always stand by her".
It took ages before I could actually photograph myself in this sweater because I ordered a size L from the website, and found myself swimming in it. I finally took it to the tailor, and he fixed it up for me, though the arms are still a bit long. Um, how do I say this without being insulting? Okay, here goes: In my head, I am enormous.
I've slimmed down a bit from my previous size, but I still always assume that I need the bigger size in anything and everything And then I end up having to either alter things myself, or take them to the tailor, which doesn't exactly break the bank, but isn't cheap either. Same thing with my height - I'm 5.7, and Victor is forever telling me that, "You're not that tall!" every time I make him stand a step higher than me on a staircase for a photo, or fret that I shouldn't wear my kitten heels lest I tower over him.
Nobody's entirely sane, right? So when I say that I look at myself in the mirror and see a giant, I hope it doesn't sound too weird.
Anyways, let's not get too serious here! I don't want anybody to read this and get depressed or annoyed, or to worry about me or anything! But you know, sometimes it's good to be honest, too.