Cool. Can you remember a time when you first felt like you were reclaiming a space for yourself, in fashion, or just in general?
I can remember it dawning on me, that it had gone from oh “you’re just a kid” (I was always a chubby kid, I’ve always been big) to having a very adult awareness of your body. You know, your belly, your butt…that was actually a nickname as a kid, not even being mean but I was ‘bubble butt’!
You know, it wasn’t traumatising but it did give a very adult awareness of your body, that maybe thinner kids don’t have so much – although they are also subjected to their own things too…everybody is.
Anyway, I never wore a bikini even as a six-years old, I was told to cover up parts of my body, out of shame, not out of decency but literally out of shame. My mother thought she was doing me a favour, by teaching me all of these things to cope and blocking me from the public, and I’m actually really grateful for that too because, maybe, in her way, she was protecting me, you never know because people are cruel.