Reclaiming the territory

You know that feeling when you come back home from a trip or a day at work even and feel like fixing the sheets, watering those plants which are still alive, washing the cutlery left over breakfast, as in an imaginary ritual of reclaiming the space you call yours? People are territorial creatures and marking out one’s milieu is as inherent need as sleeping in on Saturday (or any other day for that matter) morning, equal to foolish hope for tatters of social security for the beyond zenith days.

Being a woman, striving for a place in this world in literal stricto sensu brings me to paradoxical and slightly (to say the least) uncomfortable realization. Society’s message (to women) is that they should take as little space out there as possible. Or how else should I translate the omnipresent obsession with (female) skinniness and clothes overly tight, being cut almost exclusively for female customers?

I admit that recent population growth might come scary and the smaller the dress size, the larger the apartment concept not so out of the place after all. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t advocate for obesity. I call for equality.  How about taking visually empowering stance and fearlessly grab that space we believe to rightly deserve with our outfits? Ladies, it’s high time to reclaim the territory. My all-time resolution from now on is to ball at as spatially significant garments as it goes. Check.