“A bunch of bright orange pumpkins picked freshly from the patch.”
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Even when I was young, there was this weird pressure to be sexy during Halloween. At 11 or 12, my witch costume was composed of a full corset, fake eye lashes, and an ass-showing tutu…I knew then that something was wrong with this picture. In High School, the costumes got worse (and in the eyes of the media they got better) and by that time girls were running around the city wearing lingerie, high heels, and cat ears at the not-even-legal age of 16… Men thought we were older than we were, and I was being treated as an object to look at, not a person with feelings. I quickly realized that this was the fault of the media, and it was up to me to do something… so I bought some felt from Hobby Lobby, and a hoodie from Wal-Mart, and I sewed some cute little bear ears onto the hood, drew a cute little nose, did my makeup, and I was ready to go. Not only was I treated more respectfully, but at the end of the night I felt amazing that I didn’t have to show skin up to get people to notice me. In this post I will give you tons of options to still rock it on Halloween, and feel confident in your own body.
“Photo of botanicals by Sutro Baths, in San Francisco.”
Photo Credit: Nicole Wiehe, All Rights Reserved.
I never thought I’d live past 18. I didn’t have a fatal illness, nor was I planning on being a part of some freak accident… I was planning on a full blown act of suicide. I figured life was absolute bullshit and I wasn’t interested in playing the game. At the too-early age of 16, I said fuck it and gave suicide a try. Obviously I failed, which turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to me… accidentally.
A Guide to Using Art as a Coping Skill, through the lens of a former psychiatric ward patient, and current painter.