The first time you wore something purely for yourself, with no consideration for anyone else's opinion, something shifted.
Not just in the mirror. In the chest. In the way you occupied space.
In the permission you gave yourself to simply be.
That shift is what fashion as expression actually feels like.
Everything before it was just getting dressed.
james baldwin was so right when he said you think you’re alone and then you pick up a book and realise someone else has felt the same way as you and managed to find a language for it. the realest shit