I’ve played around with my appearance a lot over the years. I’ve had a lot of fun with clothes, makeup, hairstyles and accessories. I used to think my changing appearance was symptomatic of not having a clue who I was, but on reflection I don’t think it was as deep as that. Part of it was the attitude of “well, everyone thinks I’m weird anyway so I might as well play up to it”. Part of it was simply about self-expression and fun. I don’t really follow fashion, but I do find it fascinating.
After a period in my early-to-mid-30s of feeling a bit drab, I’ve ramped up the self-expression once again since my autism diagnosis. Anxiety aside, I’m far happier with myself now than I’ve ever been before.
[Quadriptych featuring cartoon portraits of Mama Pineapple, a white female-presenting person. In each, she wears a different outfit, and has hairstyles of various lengths and colours. Left to right: pink-hair-grip-, plastic necklace- and vintage shirt-wearing short haired 1990s indie pop kid; punk grrrl with white shirt, grey pinafore, spikey pillarbox red hair, full eyeliner, and safety pin through one ear (c2000); somewhat more conventional look from early 2010s, with long dark hair, minimal makeup and a striped polar neck jumper; present day – mid-length red hair pinned to one side, vintage 60s black lace blouse, dramatic winged eyeliner.]