It's not that I've become indifferent to fashion. I love pretty clothes. It's simply that I enjoy seeing them on other people as much as wearing them myself. Maybe that's a function of my age. As we get older, and our youthful beauty inevitably wanes, we turn outward, away from the mirror. So we take up gardening, painting, photography, and other hobbies that invite us to look beyond ourselves for visual pleasure.
|Unless we're Iris Apfel, that is.|
That's why I find the young "fatshionistas" (of widely varying degrees of girth) on blogs like Hey Fat Chick fun to follow. Most of their get-ups would not be "age appropriate" for me (i.e., too too short), but sometimes I get ideas about what I could wear, and where I could obtain such items. And I'm always inspired by their gumption, their joyful defiance, their refusal to be repressed, ignored, or "shamed."
A young fat woman nowadays has an array of choices that would have boggled my mind thirty years ago. (Unfortunately it is also true that unless she lives in a large city, she still must shop primarily online, which requires its own skill set.) And although I am not a "fat apologist" by any means, I celebrate that young women of all sizes can enjoy dressing in ways that exercise their creativity and make them feel good in their own skins.