Closet Love, I came out

     ​If you are anything like me, then you relocated to NY. I came here for college. There was always a draw towards this city. At that time, I dressed for my age and religious upbringing. I always had a hard time finding clothes for my curves that weren’t too tight or too short. I had a much smaller waist then, but I always had hips. I had a hard time finding pants more than anything.  I thought it was just me for the longest. Like any NYC gal that attains real friends in this city, I attracted a Samantha. She helped me to understand my curves. She could eyeball anything it seemed and put garments together in her head. I began to figure out what I liked and didn’t like. I finally had the courage to start buying these pieces I have always loved, only to look horrible in them. Why did it look so good on the woman in the picture?! She’s only a model with a glam squad that made her look perfect. Seeing as how my mom could sew anything from nothing, she made some clothes for me growing up. I had to take this insecurity & clothing mishap to the queen. I knew she would help me to understand fabric and cut. She explained how she had to manipulate patterns to fit me, and she made me fall in love with the true craft of a tailor. It doesn't make a person materialistic if they dress well ALL the time. It means they love themselves well enough to take the time to understand their body, to know what does & doesn't look good on them. I fell in love here, in the closet, with myself. And I finally came out, all in love with my curves. Thanks Mom & 'Samantha'