I had a very good time at the 1920s garden party yesterday, but it brought up some feelings... I wore what I lovingly call "theater accurate" clothing. Good enough from a distance, though up close its all polyester nonsense. But I dressed for a daytime party, because no one in the 20s would wear glitter and fringe and feathers to a garden party. I spent most of the day with two women dressed in fringe-y dresses, one sparkly and so popular we lost count of the number of women we saw wearing it in various colorways. They got a lot of compliments on their outfits. I got just a few, and from older people who were also dressed accurately. And I know it wasn't because I was not sparkly. It's because I'm fat. And it's just so disheartening that the same bullshit fat women deal with every day, dressing better than our colleagues and still being seen as messy, happens at ridiculous vintage events, too. I saw it in the way the people I was with reacted to everyone else's clothes, too. Two people could be wearing the same dress, one fat with fabulous makeup and a gorgeous wig, the other thin, with her hair in a messy and half hearted attempt at a faux bob, and the thin one would be noticed first, and complimented. I felt like I did at my junior prom, when all the mom chaperones told me how beautiful my dress was and how nice I looked (and they meant it sincerely) but all I wanted was for a classmate to say the same thing.