New York Fashion Week is going down, and I actually give a shit

New York Fashion Week (NYFW) kicked off September 6th and runs through the 11th, where designers will display their Spring/Summer 2020 collections to the press, influencers, and the general public.

And I’m actually looking forward to it.

I blame Rickey Thompson for all of this. He’s at NYFW, and he’s been posting stories on Instagram of him getting ready, attending shows, and just living his best life. Over the past few days, I’ve gone from being amused by Rickey’s antics, to being genuinely curious about what’s being presented this year.

I never understood fashion, but I’ve always been fascinated by it. How the combination of shirt, pants, jacket and shoes of a certain style or pattern could create the perfect look (or a terrible one). The message it can send, the fact that there’s a story behind it. But I began to drift away from it over the years — not because I lost interest, but as a side effect of trauma. Whenever something stressful happens, I tend to lose interest of the things I enjoy most. Mom and I have been coming to grips with the narcissistic abuse we’ve suffered, and it’s making me to realize how much I’ve lost as a result.

So I’m working to combat that, because I’m tired of disconnecting myself from the things I care about. I’m also still trying to figure out how to live stream Fashion Week shows.