flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
And a table full of shinies.
Remember a long time ago, when I started the whole Wonder Woman plan? Probably not, especially if you’re new here, but basically, I got tired of planning my costumes around my body. I have a tendency to only wear cosplay that can center around a corset and full skirt because that’s what I felt like my bod looked acceptable in, because it hid my squishy middle and huge hips and focused attention towards my spathic-ity.
And it’s fine to want things to be flattering, but I was hiding. So I decided to say fuck it and dress up as Wonder Woman, which I haven’t dared do since I outgrew the Undaroos. My rules for myself were that I could do shorts or a skirt, since tiny trunks felt like a bridge too far, especially when I’d be traipsing through a hotel/mall/whatever. I could have straps, because when I first planned this I was a 40FF, and hahahaha strapless my ass. I could NOT make a bodice — the bustier I ended up with has about as much hold as your average good swimsuit, not as much as Spanx. If the point was to embrace my body, I needed to let it hang out.
The first year was ok? I didn’t have the right fabric for the tap pants, so they stuck out oddly, and I couldn’t decide whether I was classic WW or pinup style, so it was a wishy-washy in between that didn’t work, but that I still felt pretty great in.
This year I went full-on 1950’s pinup style, and I felt FABULOUS.
The wig needs major reworking, but still. Mind you, I’m not magically fixed — when I looked at that pic on my phone all I could see were big fat arms and chubby belly and round face and and and and (and did I mention dat wig?)
I 86’d the wig partway through the day, which is a shame, since I got dragooned into the costume contest and I had limp white-streaked post-wig hair. Still, felt pretty good about myself even next to that skinny little clone there.
And then I look at these from the contest, and I don’t freak out about my body AT ALL. I just think, “Who is that sassy bitch?”
I need to think that more often. Still, my body love report card gets a nice big shows improvement. Yay!