Fascinating piece. I am saving a link to both the article and the discussion here, which is also very eye opening for me. I happen to be female and my mother sewed beautifully and shopped sales. I grew up with tons of clothes, much of it custom made just for me and I would stand for fittings. I also studied clothing and at one time I wanted to be an image consultant. But I eventually came to hate shopping for clothes. All the time I spent studying clothes made it possible for me to buy stuff without trying it on. I walk into a store, pull stuff off the rack -- oftentimes the sale rack in fact -- pay and leave. This became a really vital skill while I was getting well. Last year, when I was shrinking so dramatically, I threw out my clothes after one or two wearings. If I couldn't have grabbed clothes for $2 an item off the clearance racks that fit, met dress code, and looked good enough to wear to work at Bigco, I couldn't have made the healing journey I made.
I am currently homeless and currently literally own only (clothes-wise) the jeans, long sleeved T and sandals I am currently wearing. That is not due to being homeless. Instead, it is made possible by being homeless. It is a health choice, rooted in my ongoing efforts to kill the infection that nearly took my life eleven years ago. My relationship to clothing has been complicated and it was when I got over caring so much about how I looked that my background came in handy for flying under the radar socially while living a very strange life. I have had the most fun with clothes in recent years while not being a slave to societal expectations about how women should look/dress.
Anyway, it is something I want to write about but do not know where to start. I am hoping this piece helps me with those plans. So thanks for writing this. I feel like I have a million things to say about it but I want a) to not let my day get eaten by this distraction and b) would rather write it for one of my websites than for discussion here.