I hate when people tell me what to wear.
I absolutely despise it.
Every ounce of my being wants to immediately rebel and disobey and just generally defy the sartorial wishes of others.
For example: If a boyfriend (ha ha) were ever to tell me he didn't "like" a particular item in my wardrobe,
you can rest assured that I would not only repeat said item,
but sleep in, exercise in, and potentially shower in said item until said boyfriend accepted and embraced it.
When reflecting upon why any attempts to control my wardrobe irritate me so very strongly,
I became aware of just how in-control I feel when selecting exactly what I wear.
At this age -
when I'm feeling like everything else is so out of control -
getting dressed is one of the only ways I have to express myself fully.
I'm not compromising,
or appeasing others (generally, at least),
I'm just listening to my inner gut and obeying my instinct.
Which makes me wonder about adults:
Do they oftentimes lose interest in creatively expressing themselves through clothes
because they've found other ways to gain control?
They're either in positions of leadership at work,
or in a stable relationship,
or raising children -
and suddenly choosing to wear wrinkles over ironing, or flats w/ calf-length skirts, or untucked shirts with pencil skirts don't seem like such empowering decisions in comparison.
Maybe one day,
when I'm confident in an expansive number of areas,
I'll relinquish some control and maybe adhere to a dress code or two.
|shirt: Everlane, skirt: ASOS, shoes: Rocketdog|
Or maybe I'll just keep wearing wrinkled clothes with unflattering footwear and shapeless tees.