I don't know who this little guy or girl for that matter, is inside this costume. Hey, I don't even know who he or she is suppose to be while in the costume! But I thought the costume was cute.
It's hard to describe this event that these people were attending, I mean visually. It's a smorgasbord for the eyes. It's called Otakon, and it is an annual event where people of the otaku generation (lovers of annime) come together and celebrate the culture. They come dressed as their favorite characters of anime or superheros, or other sci-fi personas. Over 20,000 people attend this event each year. No, I'm not a fan, It takes place in Baltimore every year.
It's always something to watch as the characters start to form a line around the building that wraps at least twice, waiting to get in, see and be seen. That is the part that got me to thinking about how these people get into these characters and unabashedly walk around, acting out parts OH and showing body parts....if you've ever seen any Japanese Anime, you know that many of those characters are voluptuous and EXPOSED.
Okay, before I get off on that tangent, watching all of these folks parade around in the these costumes makes me wonder...is it the costume itself that gives them this super power feeling, the thing that makes them want to perform to be seen to be photographed? Oh because they love to be photographed....if you're interested go to google and put in Otakon Photos!
And, is it the same thing with the clothes that we wear. That cute skirt or nice suit that gives us that extra confidence to go, do and be? And even further is the power of these bodies that we occupy while here...I'm thin, I'm fit equals I'm more confident...well depending on the culture that you are in. Your blackness, whiteness, yellowness (is that a word?) or browness can all be dictators of your need to cover or uncover for that matter.
And for me personally, with my weight struggle, is it a means of covering up, even further, the true spirit that lies within? Last year when I was really into a real yoga practice, losing weight, getting in touch with my body....it felt like layers were being peeled off. And the more layers that peeled off the better I felt, the more the true me was able to shine through. And with that, it mattered not what I wore....to be truthful I was wearing less and less and feeling better and better what I put on my body to cover it was not as important as before.
My nephew is oh so not happy right now with his new school, because he will have to continue to wear a uniform. I tell him that it levels the playing field. No concerns about who is wearing what and looking how. He, like an old boyfriend's sister told me years ago, after surviving a lifetime of parochial schools, everyone does not look right in the same thing....what you wear on the outside helps you to express what's on the inside. But my experience over the last year has proven just the opposite....how I feel inside dictates everything...fat or skinny, in a cute outfit or not.
Today I am thankful for my connection to what's underneath all the layers.
Life is about peeling off and not layering on!