Growing up in a small town there was a socially acceptable way to dress. Preppy and vaguely the same. Taking fashion risks meant risking standing out. I’m not sure why but expressing myself through clothes is something I’ve always needed to do despite the consequences.
I remember in high school a girl at a party looked at my outfit (a sequin thrift store find layered under an army jacket) and smirked “Sequins. Like so many sequins.” Sufficiently sequin shamed – my cheeks flushed pink but I learned that while deviating from the norm opens you up to criticism it also feels really good to “do you”.
I’ve been wearing whatever I please for a long time now. But I was recently reminded that dressing for yourself is an act of confidence when I wore these feathered jeans around Chicago.
I’m not sure if I’ve ever had more conversations about my pants. For the most part, the convo went like “Cool pants” followed by “Thanks.” But some people wanted to know if my pants had a hidden agenda.
“What’s the meaning of these pants?” a co-worker asked me as if my pants had just said something offensive to her.
To me, the only point of getting dressed is to wear what feels good to you. It’s easier to be naked so if you’re going to the effort you might as well wear what makes you happy. As the meme goes, “Life’s too short not to wear whatever the hell you want.”
That said, the pants in question are Michael Kors and the top is from American Apparel (RIP – I’ll miss your body suits but not your sexual harassment lawsuits)