Ode to Fashion

Fashion, my oldest friend. My liberator. My brownies with crushed Oreos, you are delicious. A treat that allows me to be free in my consumption of you.

Fashion, my protector. You allow me to create a nest that shields me from the hate of the world. Hugging my body like a child who found their mom again. My body’s defense against judgment.

Your needles are not meant to harm, but to heal.

Fashion, my oldest friend, you allowed me to embrace you. To discover the many parts of you.

You use designs to change the world, models to showcase the world, and photographers to capture the world. You are the world.

And you’re my oldest friend, Fashion.