Boarding with Boobs

Chapter 2

I woke up earlier today. I still remembered Jake's comment about my appearance. Something had to be done about it and I was planning on taking action sooner rather than later. I braced myself as I stepped towards my double-door closet. It was nothing special really, just a regular sized closet. I opened the doors of the closet and skimmed through the articles of clothing hanging on the rack. Flannels in every colour imaginable, some band tees and some random graphic tees. At the looks of it, I pretty much wore the same thing every day in a different colour. No wonder I was single. This would be far too hard for a man to love. But I wasn't out of luck yet. I pushed apart the hanging clothes. Thank goodness I had a mother who forced fashion down my throat. At this point in my life I owed her mine.

 

Stepping past those clothes and walking deeper into my closet. I felt like Alice entering wonderland. There was this strange feeling of anxiety, excitement and sadness. Today the old Izzy Belcourt was leaving and the new fashion forward one was taking her place. I wish it was that spontaneous but in reality it wasn't. Cut the melodramatics people all I actually did was push away some hangers and reached down to grab a bag full of girlie clothes. I yanked out the body bag sized duffle and plopped it in the space in front of my feet. I tied my hair back and took a deep breath. I whispered to myself. "It's crunch time." Then I did what countless woman did before me, I unzipped the bag.

 

I was greeted by an ocean breeze scent. I dug around the bag to find the source of the scent. As I explored through the bag with my hand I kept feeling these very thin, small and soft pieces of fabric when I decided to pull one out. It was a sheet of fabric softener. Of course my mom would put these in here knowing damn right I wouldn't be opening up this bag anytime soon.

 

As I pulled out piece after piece of clothing I kept thinking about Emerie’s preppy style and Paige's grunge style. Two very different styles but still oozing with femininity. As I continued to peruse through some of my mom’s clothes from the 80s and 90s and some stuff from previous failed shopping trips we'd been on together, I started noticing that some of the clothes in here were geared towards Emerie's taste and others towards Paige's. And that's when it hit me! I could combine the two! That's it! I could combine the two. It makes sense I like both their looks and it would be like a tribute to the both of them. I'll call…it Funge or better yet, Grunge Fatal! Yes! I see it already Grunge Fatal by rising young designer Izzy Belcourt, featuring feminine cuts and floral prints with grunge lace and dark hues. Okay maybe I wouldn't go so far as that but I think this is actually going to work. Good on ya Belcourt. One point for you!

 

But this can't happen drastically. Oh no, no, no, this must be done with precision and stealth. We can't have the crew hint any big changes, especially not Jake. He'll start to think I made this change because of him, which is not entirely true. I was at least 60% self-motivated. Okay I'll admit, what he said yesterday did have an impact on me but it comes down to my final decision if I want to change my ways. And I have decided to do so, so yah. In your face!

I grabbed one of my black skinny jeans which I rolled up once and my low cute beige converse. Then reached into the bag and that’s when I saw it. It was beautiful. It was simple. It was just my size. It was perfect. It would hug me in all the right places perfectly outlining my curvy figure without over doing it. It was a plain white V-necked Tommy Hilfiger t-shirt. I know what you’re thinking. Jeans, a t-shirt and converse, that sounds like something I’d wear every day, well you’re wrong. This was different; this was the beginning of something better, this was the beginning of the Izzy project.

And there I sat in the center of my grey and green coloured room, gazing at my creation. Phase 1 had just begun. As I sat there I anticipated today even more. They won’t even notice the change even though it was unlike me to wear a shirt so formfitting. But that’s what I want. I want them to gradually start noticing the changes until I am fully transformed, into the new me, the better me. Izzy Belcourt 2.0 anyone?