For an industry that fixates on perfection – in clothes, body type, skin, makeup and hair – conspicuous departures from traditional beauty tend to make us pause. And as of late, these conspicuous, defiant looks are taking shape as clowns.

When my friends tell me “you look hot” before we go out, in my mind I amend this to “your body looks hot” because no one is looking at my face when I’m wearing a black bustier top that barely holds my 32E breasts and a skin-tight shimmery body-con skirt pulled taut around my backside.