Alright… I’ve got a bone to pick with the world.
Why do your clothes matter?
Will your personality change if you’re wearing something else? I know I know ‘My Clothes express who I am”
Yeah… are you that inable to express yourself with something else. And I have to say. I know it’s mostly people who dress like me who claim to be the most ‘opne-minded’ and ‘full of artistic expression’ via their clothing.
I’ll tell you right now… My friends wear all sorts of different kinds of clothes. they’ve adapted to seeing me in my raggedly torn up black boys pants and boots. Yeah… that’s what i wear all the time. So what? My pants are comfortable and nobody has ever really had a problem with them so far. I dress nicer for my family gatherings and other more appropriate times.
I have a whole nother bit of clothing for going places where I just want to blend in. College tour, job interview, ect. I don’t wear my huge belted metal boots… in wear some sneakers and jeans.
Really… my clothing does not express who I am. Last time i checked. I am neither a boy… or from the 1800’s if you look at my skirts.
Also, The boy… Knows I have this other set of clothing… because I’ll wear it when I’m out of my typical wear and he’s ended up driving me to half of my blend in places. He asked, very nicely and in the least offensive way i might add, that when we get around to the spending time around his mother and small sibling. If I wouldn’t mind wearing the jeans and sneakers in place of the spiked pants and belted boots.
Apparently… I was supposed to be VERY offended by this. funny thing is… I’m not. If my borthers and sisters were as young as his, seven, I doubt my mother would like me wearing these clothes, or… would like me bringing people who wore these clothes into the house.
I see kids dressed like me wandering in the street and I’m a little nervous. Most of the kids who wear the clothes I do aren’t all that great. My friends are nice, i’m nice. But there are just as many kids wearing the black clothes that do bad things. Just like there are good people who wear gangster clothing and bad people who wear gangster clothing.
In conclusion. There are SO many worse things in this world. What if someone’s family wasn’t fond of your heritage? or your Skin color? Or a personality trait? the way you spoke? your gender? Or something that made you, You?
Wearing a pair of jeans isn’t going to kill you, putting away your spikes and skulls won’t kill you. Especially when it’s for a good reason like a mother not wanting an influence put on her seven year old. This world is made of compromise. You have your style and you have your sense of self. And you can bend your sense of style without hurting your sense of self.
If nobody ever bent a little to make things work… everyone would be alone. I’m not saying compromise your morals… or change your whole wardrobe. I’m saying you can wear some jeans for two hours every once in awhile without losing your personality.