I think a lot about belonging

This is Dress of Belonging

Bonsoir mes amis,

I’ve been getting amazing responses to “Naked” which I sent you last week, thank you 🥹

🎟️If you want to get tickets to come see my one-off poetry show Shopping for God this Feb 15th in Oslo then you can buy them here. Bring your besties - poetry is a gift to be shared amongst your favourite people.

Throughout my performance of Shopping for God, I create different dresses for myself through my poems and art: Dress of Belonging, Dress of Sea, Dress of Hands, Dress of Shadows, Dress of Unravelling. These imaginary dresses each take on different roles, and fulfill functions such as healing, protection, identity, beauty, freedom, safety, redemption or function as a container for fury and grief.

Are you ready for my first dress?

This first dress, Dress of Belonging, is a dress I wrote to talk about what it was like to grow up in a time and place where, despite the toil and incredible achievements of our mothers, grandmothers and allies, feminism was still a dirty word for many young people.

Can you can relate?

This is:

Dress of Belonging (All the Lights Went Out)

The first dress that I wove was of belonging

A dress to hide the girl and show the world

I was now a woman born for man

If God would not choose me then they would

So I made a dress that shrunk me smaller

Than my perfect grades and larger mind

Stitched in spider’s silk so they could find

Themselves in me

I made a dress of mirrors

And inside me all the lights went out