Fashion Realities
published 09.03.2025
Becoming bored of fashion
The choice behind dressing oneself continuously - day to day, every day, for the rest of one’s life was one I personally used to note as highly important. Waking up early to figure out my outfits of the day was something I could look forward too. A steady routine in crazy times of entering my 20s.
After maturing a bit – especially in the last year - and educating myself through my studies this daily routine faced a great disruption. The rather close tie between body image, self-confidence and outfit choice have intertwined themselves too much. As fashion is my armor of self-expression, perhaps the origin of this disturbance arises through a loss of whom I really am becoming.
Not that I know exactly what or why or how, but my outfit choice is one I crave deeply. I always thought it was mine, but looking back it was dictated directly by whom I spent my time with. The environment of relationships guided my choice. Now that I have arrived in a steady place I am questioning if this is really me. For writers it is called a blockage for me a loss of self. I am bored of dressing, because I don´t know who I am anymore.
Perhaps I fail at being creative enough, or confident enough. On the other hand, I learned to value more than fashion. My outfit could look more extravagant to reflect more of myself to the outside world, but why? My voice, my writing, my actions and thoughts that is what I want the perception of others to be based on.
I adore fashion and I love to be a part of the industry. Nonetheless this cannot become everything in my life. Fashion is a partial reflection of me, the other part – the one I currently am experiencing- is my being. So yes, I am bored of fashion - of buying into new trends and seeing influencers wear couture that costs twice my rent. But I am not bored of the realization it has sparked in me. Values change over time and so does my interest in fashion. I know it will forever be my safe space, one that I can come back to when the exhaustion from exploring all other beauties of life is simply to much.