“You have turned for me
my mourning into dancing;
You have loosed my sackcloth
and clothed me with gladness.”
This gives whole new meaning to the Emperor’s New Clothes.
The latest, greatest new designer from Milan has chosen you to model his newest line of clothing that is expected to revolutionize the way the world dresses in a drastic manner far beyond the change that brought pants to women or pink to men.
He looks at what you’ve worn to meet him.
He is silent for several minutes. Then he grimly pronounces, “Honey, you’re wearing trash bags.”
You are embarrassed and indignant. These are your best, most expensive, most flattering clothes! You’ve been so proud of the way the jeans have a slimming effect on your thunder thighs and child-bearing hips. And this top! It miraculously masks every flaw while emphasizing every good feature!
But…he is the expert. So you choose to trust his clothing judgment.
He sends you to the fitting room as soon as you sign the contract agreeing to be his model. His assistants take the “trash bags” you’ve been wearing and throw them in the dumpster.
You’re standing there, stark naked, looking for what you’re suppose to put on. There’s nothing! Not a stitch of clothing to be found in the roomy fitting room.
You glance at the mirror (very quickly, afraid of what you’ll see) and see a sign that says, “Smile!” Yeah right!
“What’s going on?” you shout.
The designer speaks from the other room, “Gladness is the new clothing.”
In spite of yourself, you begin to laugh as you understand. His design is based on embracing a new kind of beauty: reality. What a revolution to the industry that is entirely focused on making the mask magnificent!