i luff my followers
sometimes seeing photos like these make me unbelievably happy. happy that there is a space and accessible ways to share the representations of ourselves that we feel do us justice. it’s all about the tiny little touches that fill me with glee. it’s glossy but not slick, perfect in all its little imperfections; the frayed thread on the arm of the jacket, the beads slightly out of order on the necklace. the elastic band on their wrist. the slight fuzz on their upper lip. the bra showing in the cleavage. the amount of talent involved in matching the gloves to the jacket to the earrings to the sunglasses, especially considering that these were probably all thrifted. it is showcasing what an illusion fashion photoshoots are, what an illusion performing femininity can be.
i want my nailpolish chipped, the lipstick on my teeth, the poses exaggerated and natural all at once.
i see so many of the things i used to hate about myself as beautiful when i was young. the things people would tease me about.
to me this is what femme looks like…