I won’t lie – I have a complex about showing myself to the world. I’m over here, trying to start a nonprofit, but refusing to let people see the person behind the blog. I think it has to do with not wanting people to judge me.
I was talking with a friend the other day about the disabled woman experience. (She doesn’t have a disability by the way.) A few years ago, a few fellow women with disabilities and myself were talking about what it’s like to be a woman and have a disability. As women, we already have the immense pressure to look a certain way but when you compound that with a disability, a lot of us often feel like we always have to look good. Forget sweatpants and messy buns. Our hair, makeup and outfit is always on point.
And to the girl who has a disability and doesn’t feel that way, girl – I want to meet you. I’m just not that confident.
But for all the talk going on in the fashion industry about accessible clothing, most of that is geared towards children.
What about us?
So I had it on my mind to add a new element to Daring Mercy. This really isn’t super related to the nonprofit. It’s more of a way to get people in the door. People who may be overwhelmed by the conversation on mental health.
Because it’s crazy emotional.
And girls just want to have fun. Right?
How we dress is tied to how we feel. I don’t know about you but I don’t take much stock in what I wear when I’m overcome with anxiety and flat affect.
This series, Disabled Desert Rat, is not about how to to dress when you have a disability. Because you should be able to wear whatever the heck you want.
This is about joy. Embracing the joy of a body that doesn’t look like everyone else’s.
This week’s outfit comes from Uptown Cheapskate in Tucson, Arizona. I’m a big thrift store girl because it’s a million times easier to find clothes I can wear. Depending on what’s on trend, the clothes in department stores may not be easy for me to put on and take off.
Key point: Fabric choice matters.
I want to hug the person that invented jersey and cotton fabric.
My shoes are u-g-l-y but idon’tcare. They’re comfy and they went with the outfit.
I belted the dress because it is a XXL of a tunic dress and swallows my short body. My sister calls me “a dirty hippie” and judging by the amazing scent of sandalwood body butter I have on from Buttered Organic, she is half-right.
Side note: I love being bald. It suits my face and I never have to worry about having a bad hair day.
So that’s this week’s edition of Disabled Desert Rat. I’m off to enjoy an iced latte in this beautiful 75 degree weather! For more posts off-blog, follow me at DisabledDesertRat on Instagram.