All throughout my childhood and adolescence, I was blindly absorbing every message that the fashion industry impressed upon me. When it comes to fashion, there are so many aspects about it that I love, but I’m the first to admit the industry is problematic.īehind the shiny exterior of fashion shows and clothing labels, there is toxic and dangerous rhetoric that preys on peoples’ vulnerabilities.
I watched runways, pinned a million pictures on Pinterest, and made endless mood boards of my favourite sartorial looks. As I grew up, and access to the internet became a household staple, I spent more and more time scrolling through fashion pages. My aunty was much the same – the three of us could go on all day and night about our shared love of all things feminine and beautiful (although I now realise fashion is so much more than this). When I would visit my family in Perth, I would spend hours playing in my granny’s antique shop, trying on lace dresses and pointe shoes and watching fashion movies with her (think Dior and I or Coco Before Chanel).įor more content like this, tap through to our Life section. My granny and aunties are all big fashion lovers, and they spotted that same passion in me.
Growing up, my love of fashion was nurtured by those around me, in particular, my mum’s family. Content warning: This article discusses eating disorders.įashion is my one true love it’s been there for me when I felt like I had nothing else.
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