Thoughts on fitting in… Mental health related.
On how one might present oneself to the world.
A very personal poem again, though perhaps the subject is something familiar to other people as well, so I share it here.
For some reason or other I find myself flipping through the latest clothing catalog that landed with a very solid thump in the mailbox. Fall fashion is here and it’s time to convince us women that we need a brand new wardrobe again. I very rarely order clothes online, because I can’t try them on in advance and I know if the clothes aren’t a good fit, and they often aren’t, I have to go through the tedious process of returning them via mail. The catalog is filled with glossy page after page of smiling models, posing in perfect light and wearing clothes that always fit them just right. At the back of the catalog I find the size guide and accompanying it is a cheerful illustration of various body types with the headline announcing that all body shapes can find the perfect outfit within the pages of this catalog. Color me suspicious.
Sometimes you get surprisingly good stuff from stream of consciousness writing. This was easily tweaked into something I really wanted to share. Read on below.
About a year ago I left my day job working for the postal service, a place that had become more stressful than I could really bear in 2011, with my anxiety and depression trading places to have a party in my brain.