among the many wonderful things about being a costumer, including the weird conversations with child actors and the satisfaction of making people look good, is the variety of bodies one sees.
Now, those who know me in real life know that I’ve had some body issues in the past, stemming from a chubby middle-school life, constantly getting cast as older female characters, and just generally being the curviest of my friends. By only my fifth month costuming for actual adults, I have seen the most beautiful variations in body type, proportion, and measurements. Women with big busts and little hips, men with necks nearly as slim as mine, people whose measurements actually match or exceed my own that, just looking at them, I would have been inclined to think “prettier than me,” “skinnier,” “more worthwhile.” That’s slowly going away.
I was just in a show with a man whose shoe measured the length of my calf, knee to heel.
I think that’s awesome.