Fashion did not save me...Journal 7

I have always been somewhat interested in fashion. Growing up overweight what I wore often took the attention away from my weight. Clothes in my youthful mind appeared to be the great equalizer. If I bought that brand then I would be accepted. But it was never the clothes that made me. All that I had hoped fashion would bring me, it never did. Fashion did not save me—God did.

I never thought I would see a connection between God and fashion but I think I am beginning to see something. Fashion allows people to create a new being, similar to how when we begin a relationship with Christ with become a new person. Fashion's ability to redefine us is powerful. It is sad to think that many people, myself included, run to such a temporal thing like clothes to change what we don’t like about ourselves. People use fashion for so many things, but I think the idea of acceptance and fitting in is one that stands out greatly. In high school I tried to dress a certain way in order to fit in, but I never worked. I had always hoped that my clothes would help me gain acceptance. However, it wasn’t until I was introduced to Christ that this began to change.

As I write this journal entry, I realize how silly fashion is, and how much power it has. Fashion, like God, can change a person—for better or for worse. I think my initial thought of fashion being sculpted bodies and ridiculous price, is shifting towards fashion being a powerful beast, which to some degree feeds on peoples insecurities. In many ways I think fashion acts in ways opposite of God’s character—yet I am stuck to wonder why did I, why do others, see it as something that has the power to change them. It's strange.