Lolita is at first, simply clothing. The frilliness, puffiness, and laciness capture your attention and whisk your heart away to a land of Victorian and Rococo influence where dresses, skirts and shirts become works of art to be adored. This is when the love blooms and you are no longer aware of the oddness that seeps out of every crack. This is when you begin to dress Lolita.
You struggle to be accustomed to the reactions of others—the glances and the gaping mouths. After overcoming this obstacle, you are enveloped in the fashion aspect and Lolita becomes a lifestyle. The lifestyle is forged through the Lolita outlooks of others. You find yourself attached to the Lolita bible, Shimotsuma Monogatari and many Lolita fashion magazines. When in Lolita, you try to tap into every ounce of elegance and happiness in your body until it becomes unbearable. This is when you discover the problem.
Your beloved Lolita is not as hardcore as you believed. At this time, you remember Shimotsuma’s Momoko and Ichigo; Momoko throwing her scooter and winning at Pachinko despite Lolita, and Ichigo freelance Lolita modeling even with her harsh language and outlandish Yanki style. It becomes apparent that, even in Lolita, you can be a bit abrasive and imperfect because it will not make you any less Lolita. The Lolita, a creature of forced elegance and happiness, once again becomes a person who is naturally happy because of the effects of Lolita and not the other way around.