I am both sorry and not sorry for missing a posting opportunity last Monday. I am sorry because in my little conceited brain, I have failed you, our devoted readers, a chance to view another... ahem.. interesting outfit of mine. On the other hand, I am not sorry because I was so moved by Michelle's post, that I felt that it needed and deserved all the time that we can allow it to. For me to post a mundane outfit after such a meaningful post would be to betray the very purpose of this project.
This was the outfit that I meant to post last week. I wore it on Easter for lunch with my fiance's family.
F21 sheer shirt | F21 linen pants | Zara studded belt | BCBGeneration ankle strap sandals | Couronne clutch
I have never worn that shirt in daylight before. I didn't realize until after the lunch (looking at the photos) that it was incredibly sheer. Normally, I would not have a problem with that because I seriously wear whatever I want. However, I felt a little embarrassed about it that day. I was very worried that my fiance's family criticized me and him for my choice of a shirt. I'm not sure what influenced my feelings that time. I could state the obvious notion of trying to give a good impression, or maybe that it is so instilled in our brains that as people (not just women), there is an expectation of what is proper or expected of us in particular settings. In this case, the young woman who is supposed to dress conservatively in front of her future in-laws. Yet, when I was getting dressed that day, there was not a single moment wherein I dwelt on how people would react to what I would end up wearing. There was no intention of making a statement. In actuality, there was very little effort in the thought process that occurred to dressing. All I knew was that I wanted to wear something (1) black and white; (2) didn't require ironing, and; (3) allowed adequate ventilation to fight off the rising humidity. So, I suppose what I'm getting at is that there is no reason to ever put judgment on anyone especially in terms of what they decide to wear. No, I am not wearing a sheer shirt so you can see my mammary glands. No, I am not wearing red lipstick so you can make out with me. No, I am not wearing a short skirt so you can reproduce with me.
This problem is something that I continuously struggle with, trying to comprehend. This should not be a problem in the first place. Yet, it exists. However, before I bore everyone with an endless (and possibly fruitless) rant, I think I am more interested in what your viewpoints are. I feel like this problem is just the surface of a very broad issue regarding society and its perceptions on the way a person presents themselves, whether it be through clothes or beauty. I am sure that everyone have experienced this at some point one way or another, and am very eager to learn more from you folks.
