“The important thing isn’t what other people think you are; it’s who you are.”
― Shannon L. Alder
This is a captivating post on Fashion & Depression by Funke Olotu..Read and Enjoy 😚
Talking about childhood insecurities
Growing up I was not the noticeable one, I had serious issues with my hormones so I was very insecure about my looks, oh. Am still insecure even to write it down.. I had pimples on my face,back,chest and arms, large nose and flat buttocks.
I was bullied..that day on the assembly ground, it can never leave my head, like a scar, I always remember.
I was in SS2, on the assembly ground and my teacher screamed at the sight of my face, his voice was so loud, almost every one heard him, the ones that didn’t we’re made aware by their friends or someone standing close to them.
It felt as though my whole world has come to an end, the girl at my front looked at me. She could see the shame in my eyes and still spat these words that I will never forget “your face is worse than someone’s disease “.
I cried. Those hot, painful tears ran down my cheeks and I ran from the assembly ground raising my over-sized printed skirt that was falling up as I cried in silence not to get more attention.
My tears were my best friend, my laughter – oh that is just in my imagination, slowly I saw myself slipping. I was called ugly, the boys gave me no attention. I had no friend to talk to,.things would have been better if my mother was close to me I’ll say but she is uneducated, it was not in her place to know anything about being bullied in school, the excuse I always give for our terrible relationship,
Entering the university, I was seen as the boring, young, ugly girl…the girl that was just smart. But I wanted to be more, I got no attention,
I wore a skimpy dress for a lecture one day that showed my well toned thighs and brought out my perfect figure. That day, my crush whom has never noticed me winked at me.
I loved the attention I got and boom the next day it was gone..I knew immediately!
It was the dress, it had to be.
So I used my money and bought all sorts of body revealing dresses.
the crazy ones gained similar attention too.
From the boring girl I became one of the best dressed on campus.
I look confident, I preached it
But deep within
That little girl that thinks her face is the worse thing on earth still exists…
Clothes are deeper than people think, it shows how you feel inside, it lifts you up or scatters your confidence, it is something you’re subconsciously aware of.
Do not judge any body’s fashion sense, their depression might be deeper than yours.
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