Since the piece, I've been thinking about why it resonated with so many folks, and whether it still resonates with me. If I want it to still resonate with me. I went shopping last week and bought a bunch of new clothes, including a pair of flappy, structureless, exposing shorts I would typically believe only stick-thin hipster girls could pull off. But I let myself wear them, and enjoy them, and they worked. They werked.
Reading more Roxane Gay (always so much to read, always so satisfying). She writes:
Today I went to a clothing store. I wanted to find a few nice things to wear for someone I want to look nice for when I see them soon. I am caring about my appearance. I am caring about myself, maybe. This is new and I think I like it. It’s embarrassing. Nothing makes sense anymore. I am blushing.
Just something to chew on.