I get frustrated with fashion, or more precisely, people who talk about fashion.
Why does it always feel like they live in a different world from the one I am in?
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Possibly, is it because most of the people who write about fashion sell clothes? They actually live in another world?
Myself, I want to sell art, so I write about it. Despite that nagging little doubt that tells me I don't know what I am talking about and even if I did, no one cares.
That is probably the root of my reaction to fashionistas' preaching. Projecting ones own insecurities onto others is a very common trait in people everywhere.
I doubt anything is that simple.
I do wonder why what I wear matters.
Clothes do not change who I am. My strengths and weaknesses don't change.
Of course, every clothing blog that I have read is based on the premise that clothing affects how other people see you. What other people think matters.
That is a direct conflict with what my parents told me when I was a kid. "Other people's opinions of you don't matter." [I was not a popular child and had few friends. My parents did not think their son was outgoing enough; but, it's not like reaching out to people guarantees acceptance.}
These conflicts in life lessons need to be resolved. It's called growing up.
My conclusion, if you are interested.
How you present yourself matters in that it affects how people react to you. That is all. There is no great revelation, no magic, and clothes do not change your being. Whoever said that you have to know yourself first, they were right. There is nothing else worth guiding what clothes to wear.