I've been thinking a lot about the shapes our bodies make. In all of the "dressing for your body type" posts, like the one the above illustration is from, you're assigned a body shape and you're supposed to swathe that sucker in the most "flattering" clothes possible, i.e. the ones that make you look the thinnest.
As an artist, I think about shapes a lot. They're fun to draw, to sculpt, to paint, and they're unlimited in form. What always frustrates me about those dang articles is that no one fits that template particularly well. Take me, for example -- I'm an hourglass from the front, and a pear from the side. And some days, I feel a bit... well, kumquat-ish, if we're being honest.
What shape I am depends on a number of factors: where you are in relation to me (Are you taller? Shorter?), the lighting, what I chose to wear that day, if I'm bloated, if I just worked out, if I just woke up... it's kinda endless.
And honestly, no one can really win the shapes game. Sure, you can spend your whole life going for what's most flattering, but sometimes what makes you look the slimmest also makes you look the boring-est. I got tired this year of always picking clothes based on what would make my body look most societally acceptable, and I bought harem pants, and crop tops, and Doc Martens and called it done.
Our shape fluctuates throughout our lives, and pretty frequently. And most people don't fit into the culturally-assigned shapes anyway. It seems to me that it's a better, more winning strategy to try out a bunch of stuff and see what makes ya feel really smokin', or cuddly, or arty, or chic, or interesting. Play with that shape - with different clothes, colors, and looks. Or don't - accept that it will change a bunch and love it for the shadows it casts, for how bangin' it looks in shorts, and how it keeps you going and makes you, well, you.