COSPLAY COLLECTION ( part one)

Cosplay is a term formed by the fusion of two different words of English origin such as "costume" which can be easily translated into costume and "play" which can be translated into play or interpretation. This term indicates the practice, common and very popular today, consisting in creating and wearing a costume that represents a character belonging to a specific culture, typically inscribed in the genre and in the fantasy world.
The practice of cosplay is used above all within the contexts of conventions or gatherings that have the fantasy world as their main theme and are aimed at a target audience of varying ages, ranging from preteens to young adults
People who find it hard to bring out parts of themselves, thanks to the disguise can be able to amplify these parts. The disguise therefore allows to recognize and explore parts of oneself that are normally inhibited. A shy person has the opportunity to put himself in a condition of great visibility and confront (and perhaps overcome) his inhibition, even if only for a day.
The characters of fairy tales, comics, superheroes in general, are never ambivalent, but have a very clear character, clear and defined identities. They are good or bad, ogres or fairies. A person who chooses a very aggressive character is likely to do so because he recognizes this dimension within himself and wants to experience it in the game. Moreover, in a period of fragile identities like the one we are experiencing, cosplay can be a game that allows the search for a clear definition of oneself.
It is clear that the choice of being a cosplayer also challenges all the old stereotypes about gender realities that our country still carries with it. But in the end, cosplaying can also be just a game or a gesture of freedom useful to find one's place in the world. We transform ourselves for fun, but sometimes also to understand who we really are.
Often the cosplayer is seen as a big kid who refuses to grow up and takes refuge in a fictional world made of cartoons and PVC figurines. But the reality is quite different. Cosplay is not wearing a costume to make a fool of yourself at the fair. It is not a "carnival". Cosplay is passion and art.

COLOURS WIN

I look out the window. What a dark night. Just below the house some street lamps illuminate the street, and the lines of the windows are clearer; then your gaze flies a few blocks away, and you don't understand where, in that black, the houses rise and end. The night is scarier, because you look around you and it's cold, and you don't quite understand what's happening, because it's all so dark and confused. But then there they are, the lights. A thousand lights that dampen the gloomy and dark air of the night. Whether they are far or near, they illuminate and kill the black with color strokes. And never as during the night, colors win over black. Date: every fucking day. I lie down on the bed. It's night? Yes, it's always night inside me. Also because night rhymes with blows, routes, fights, blows, blows. Inside me everything is so messed up that even day rhymes with night. Inside me it makes everything scarier. Because I am always cold, acidic, impregnated with memories, cut by pain. Because I never understand what I do; right? Wrong? They are formalities. People judge me anyway, they trample me. But then there they are, the bright and cheerful memories, those few but good friends, the passions and the family. What I love to do, what I want to become. The stories people tell me. The experiences and the lessons, the memories, the memories. They are what carries me forward, that helps me fight that black inside me. They are my colors. And never as in people's lives, colors win against black.
I did the costume fitting. Naked, I looked in the mirror, it had been a long time since I did.

Holy shit, I'm more beautiful now than twenty years ago, had it happened in the past I would have spared myself so much sadness.

Okay, I said to myself, better now than ever, take care of yourself and think about your health.

I have to say, I'm doubly proud of myself. First of all because perhaps I have never had such a splendid b-side, then because I am enjoying many beautiful days in good company by the sea and this is very good for me.

It was not easy to carve out some days for a vacation but you always have to find the time.

Girls, trust nature and yourself, don't care what society demands of you, wrongly. You are always worth it. Dress up and be proud of yourself and your body, whatever shape it is.
My hair got more wavy. Every time I get out of the water they are all stuck and tangled but then after the shower, when I dry them they become waves of sun. They say it is the salt of this sea water. I don't know but it looks like I'm going blonde.

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