I am Nafiza

EDITOR’S NOTE

People often mistake fashion and it’s powers as a menial thing with little talent required of it. Many think those people who contribute in nurturing fashion and promoting it are entirely selfish. Numerous numbers of people, or some of whom I have heard, say fashion is the monster that wishes to rid the natural beauty of every human being in the world. However I am delightfully inclined to announce that these such people live in small secluded areas where there is no such thing as a supermarket and foraging for food is necessary. Unfortunately I must reminded such people that for persons who prefer to bath themselves and take pride in their appearance, fashion is what makes them human. In addition to this I believe that these people contradict themselves hugely because the stone age look went out only last season.

I prefer to take a much more intelligible perspective. Although fashion accounts for clothing, makeup and other areas centred around improving the image of oneself, it also is a beneficial factor in the world economy. For instance how do developing countries get out of their rut hole and into the modern civilisation where there is equality for everyone? Through factories of course, and although understandably it is a diverse issue it does ultimately improve the economic climate. Nevertheless it is a very sensitive matter with two valid arguments, but I do believe that fashion helps and improves an economy greatly.

I’ve known in the past of such people who take fashion as their salvation. One such person who would buy several copies of a magazine weekly and carefully analyze each pointer, fact and opinion it gave until the small words became a blur. For these such people fashion is not just what they use to detirmen their attire for the day but that little thing that keeps them alive, something that they can retreat to in a way that saves themselves from slowly disappearing into a dark grey area of mist and loneliness.

The world is full of grey areas, some even darker than the next and a few which are pitch black. Fashion, for some people, is the only light they can find that allows them to keep faith and to keep hoping, maybe to help realise and embrace what they already have. It’s not just about the cloths and as people say all those such ‘primitive’ things, but a way to help people discover themselves and show them something better, something brighter.

To me I believe that everything has a meaning, every person has a history and every unimaginable unanimous object has a purpose, even if it be something totally absurd. Perhaps fashion isn’t everyone’s way of dealing with imperfections with themselves or their lives but, according to the number of people who buy magazines weekly and examine each and every morsel of information they pass on, it is to a lot of people.