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Writers tend to be readers.  One of the most annoying and delightful things is when a writer finds another writer who is brilliant.

Oh the jealousy and delight of reading something and thinking, "why didn't I write that?! She is so brilliant.  I love her.  I hate her.  I am funny too.  I have depression too!"

Do I start writing about my my struggle to lessen my under arm flap to maybe the side of a large ferret?

Do I write about the insanity I feel when invited to go somewhere outside of my comfort zone (my house, or possibly even my bed)?

No.  I will be writing for a magazine about fashion and music.

Believe me any writer is happy to get a gig.  See? Already using musical terminology!

I am excited about this new venture.  It not only means writing, but also immersing myself, and interviewing people.  I love getting people to talk about themselves.

I will go to fashion events, of which my not so small city has an abundance of.

My normal self doubt comes in.  That evil little monster who thinks I deserve jiggly underarms and thighs permanently connected is laughing its little head off.

"YOU? Write about fashion?  You own 20 tank tops and 10 long skirts! You wear a pair of maternity pants and your baby is sixteen."

Okay so my evil creature has a point, but maternity pants are comfortable.  Oh God, the word no designer wants to hear!

Fashion is not comfort!  It is being fabulous and miserable at the same time!

I do own some high end pieces in my closet.  But because of my aforementioned love of my bed, I would only be wearing them for them for my cat.  Who would climb on me and make biscuits thus ruining the item.

Sorry kitty, I love you, but DO NOT TOUH ME!

Me? The currently (I still say currently even tho this has been my body figure for well over ten years now) plus size girl write about fashion?

You know that garment would not fit over your cankle.

But here is the thing about both writing and fashion.  Both are to be admired.  Both are pieces of art.

Both can elicit the same, "Damn I wish I wrote/wore that!" reaction.

I know a lot about fashion.  Not just because I was a Sex and the City fangirl, or wish Tim Gunn was my Uncle.

I have worked in it, styled it, bought it, drooled over it, obsessed over it, and even dream of it.

I am going to dress my evil voice in Gaultier to distract it.

 I don't really have cankles.

But I do have a killer Chanel bag, and yes I can spot a fake from a mile away.

I will get out more, I will say hello to familiar faces that I have stepped away from for a few years respite.  I will say, "Oh no I am not doing the hair and makeup for this show, I am writing about it."

I will hear, "I love what you are wearing! What is that?"

"Oh this? It's cat hair."