Why don’t we wear body glitter anymore? Why are we so afraid to shine?
I just want us to glisten again
by Amanda Ross
The death of body glitter came suddenly, starkly, in our darkest hour. Like Avatar: The Last Airbender, when the world needed body glitter most, it vanished. I write to you now, my sisters, desperate for something real to hold onto in this world: we need to bring body glitter back.
Sure, we’re getting there. We’ve delved into the world of shimmery Makeup Geek eyeshadow pigments, dabbled in the dark arts of hair glitter, made hyper-relatable memes about how our favorite color is glitter. But artfully applying subtle amounts of glisten and definitely-not-bindis (it’s a bindi, bitch — take it off) for music festivals isn’t the same as having cleavage and neck glitter rolled all over our skin before a regular date night or GNO — which is what we need in this new scary world of corrupted Pepes and My Super Sweet 16 revivals.
Ladies, the time is now. Shellack yourself with glitter, our body armor against the trap of basicness and fuckboys. It’s our time to shine.