Have you ever worn someone else's clothes?
It's a little weird, like you're taking on more than just a style. If you borrow someone's clothes, you feel a bit like the person who owns the garment, like you're trying out a different personality.
Wearing something from a clothing swap or second-hand store can feel like you're walking around in someone else's clothes, but as long as you don't know the original owner, it feels like it belongs to you--you found it; you adopted it.
But what about when you've worn your mom's or your sister's clothes? Do those clothes feel like you?
Sometimes when I'm wearing clothes that just seem like my sister would wear them, I feel a bit like her.
What about when you've borrowed your boyfriend's or your spouse's clothes? (I'm reminded of Tori Amos wearing her boyfriend's jeans: "...in these jeans of yours with her name still on it.")
I have a couple memories of wearing someone else's clothes.
A friend once loaned me her sister's dress for a formal. I think it troubled my friend to look at me the entire night, & the dress didn't feel like me at all.
I tried on several choices one Friday night & ended up in Jill's white peasant dress.
"That dress doesn't work on you," Lori, a fellow camper, said to me.
"Why not?" I asked.
"It just doesn't."
I wore it anyway. And this time it did feel like me.
Do you have memories of wearing someone else's clothes? Do you remember how it felt?