Tabatha Wharton



a year+ in the life of my evolving, offbeat aesthetic as i navigate being
a mid-30s-femme-grown-up-emo-punk-single-mom-graduate-student-non-profit-employee-fashionista.


Ah, the pains of fluctuating weight due to your body basically throwing middle fingers in the air at existence.

In other words, this dress fit me better last year, when I was still recovering from a thyroid issue that caused an extreme weight loss. I can tell that I’ve rebounded a bit due to how things fit me, but now I sit in the weird space of “is this a healthy weight or is it what remains of my thyroid flipping into underproduction instead of overproduction and now a whole new issue?” I’ll give it until I can’t fit into my jeans before I brace myself for re-entering the medical nightmare that is this meat suit I live in.

Anyway, when it’s 542878274893 degrees Fahrenheit outside with a heat index of This Is What A Mass Extinction Event Feels Like and you both have to work and be social, you wear the lightest dress in your closet even if it’s fancier than really any of the situations you’ll find yourself in and doesn’t quite fit as well as you remember. But you do so in flats, because really shoes at all at this point + sweaty feet due to moving more than five inches at a time = blisters from hell. I also managed to carry a tiny purse all evening which felt — liberating. Just because I’m a mom doesn’t mean I have to have every conceivable convenience item at the ready all of the time. I’m allowed to carry just what is needed and not a whole damn suitcase. But I forgot to grab it for these photos, so oh well.

Lastly, you’re welcome for the outtakes.

Black sequin racerback dress, clear faceted pendant necklace & earrings: Express
Black leather and suede flat gladiator sandals: Sam Edelman