The Perfect Fit

The only way to win the game is to break the rules. 

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Pulling the tiny butter zipper along the seem of the yellow taffeta cocktail dress.

The sleeves, slightly belled. The bodice, tailored and detailed for the body

of a lady some fifty years ago. I turn to observe the back, the skirt twirling

in pursuit of my waist, shoulders, rounded jawline. I look in the mirror

at a body, cut, and colour suitable for a 1960s evening sipping punch

and passing hors d'ouvres. Most women I know would turn their cheeks toward something less structured, more elastic, and framing of their sucked in, pushed up assets. Reviving past

sartorial gems, accentuating the subtle curves of my figure, and embracing quality fabrics, rich colours,

and detailed tailoring is when I feel most elegant. 

In a world where one-size-fits-all is an upstanding mantra, how can 

we find the perfect fit?

Starting a new semester at school in the next short while I've been

thinking a great deal about my wardrobe. Sex appeal over sophistication,

tight over fitted, so-wrong over so right, it seems as if the young women

surrounding me are less invested in their opportunities, and more

interested in the one-two-step of 'The Game' they play against one another.

Style is a completely individual manner of doing things. On campus, I think

 that it all comes down to the type of women that we want to be. 

In a battle for and against femininity, we need to recognize 

the power of a well dressed bod in our own community. 

The perfect fit is not plastered

against our skin, nor is it purchased from the 

stack of multi-coloured sweats in the mall where Tits bought her's

last weekend. No. The perfect fit is a collection of classics developed

to harbour our own tastes, to communicate our own 

capabilities, and of course to best display our 'blessings'.