A lesson in working with what you’ve got
Being a “fashion girl” with boobs and a booty is an interesting combination. My Pinterest feed is flooded with killer street style looks on rail thin magazine editors all with one thing I don’t have – a tiny, shapeless frame from which the raddest, most man repelling fashun silhouettes effortlessly fall off. The chasm between what appears on my Pinterest feed and what appears in the mirror in front of me is vast, so at times my incredulous perception of my own personal style is clouded by unattainable aspiration.
One such moment of sartorial disorientation, I decided to seek out a new wardrobe staple. Growing tiresome (read: lazy) of having to think of a top and a bottom combination, I thought I’d make the foray into dresses. I had been shopping around for a black long sleeve tee dress for about two seasons before I settled on this one from SIR The Label. I wanted something oversized that I could throw on with black boots, run out the door with messy hair and still look purposefully put together, perhaps even a little edgy. But having curves meant my desired look quickly went from model-off-duty to Kimmy-K leaving Tao in one click of the mouse.
Was I hoping to look like this girl? Absolutely. Did it happen? Of course not. Because I’m curvy. On my body, the nondescript long sleeve tee dress was a whole lot sexier than I had anticipated.
Even after buying the largest size available, the jersey still stretched over my bust and amplified my booty, all in the same instant completely hiding my waist. In other words, it was completely unflattering. But you gotta work with what you got. So after some awkward fumbling around with the fabric, I gathered it through the waist to create a wrap effect and secured a knot, ensuring the hem was asymmetrical to give the dress further dimension.
The dress hung loose around my knees and arms giving it the relaxed effect I was hoping for, while skimming my hips and bust and hugging at the waist to flatter my assets. While I generally stray from body con silhouettes, preferring to leave what’s under my wears to the imagination of others, the end result was a happy medium between the two dichotomous body-realities.