A few months ago, I was inviting you to join my Glamour Street Fashion Show team, with the promise of a revolution. I delivered.
They say the 13th is a day that’s under the sign of bad luck, however November 13th was one hell of a day for #TeamOutsiderZ. Maybe it’s because misfits are looked kind upon by bad luck, but I don’t think so. I think our team got the first place because people are tired of seeing the same old, same old stereotype walking down the runway. Don’t get me wrong, we’re not skinny shamers or model haters over here. We think everybody is beautiful and that everybody deserved to be represented – and here’s the glitch. Only one body type is represented.
Now now, you’re going to say that the people who are in charge have the right to choose whomever they see fit to walk down their runways. I agree, they do have that right. However, we’re the ones paying their salaries, so maybe they should keep that in mind, too. Everybody wears clothes. It’s not a luxury, it’s not a niche, it’s not an industry that’s addressed to only one category of people. You need to wear clothes in order to leave the house and live your life. That’s a fact. So, considering that we ALL wear clothes, all of us contribute to the success of the fashion industry. Which, in turn, means that yes, we deserve that spot on the runway. It’s simple math & marketing, not some emotional entitlement I came to shove down your throats.
disruptive innovation: a situation in which an industry is shaken up and previously successful incumbents stumble / r e v o l u t i o n
This was not about me, it’s not about fat chicks only. It’s quite easy to tell with just a look at my team. This is about everybody, regardless of their weight, height, gender, sexual orientation, skin colour, disability or religion.
The show itself was incredible. I was a bunch of nerves and on top of my anxiousness for it all to go smoothly, I forgot to eat in the first part of the day and as the evening came, I was shaking from all the wrong reasons. Thankfully, I had scheduled my mental breakdown for later on that evening, so, somehow I pulled through. My only regret from that day is the fact that Magda couldn’t make it for the little group shooting we put together before the show.
I can’t remember what I said when I went up on stage, however I remember that I started feeling overwhelmed, but then I looked at my team and they were all smiling at me. It was all the confidence I needed to recompose myself. Then they took over and put on one hell of a show. All false humbleness aside, we were the only team for which the whole room cheered for each and every member. It was amazing. We felt amazing. And this is most definitely just the beginning.