I wore my first pair of cool trousers at 13. (Maybe earlier) but that time flares were trending My sister in law bought me a flared black. I wore it with a company shirt of where my brother worked. ( I was a moving billboard). I was going to attend a school party. I loved the trousers but also I have big upper arms so I hardly wore spaghetti tops or tank tops. I always wore a sweater or sleeves. Well, I have plenty brothers so, those were plenty.
I adopted buggy clothes later on because I was a tomboy (maybe I still bounce even as a mom and wife). I feared the attention my body drew. See, adolescence gave my hips mass. My hips grew wide and my waist cringed and my chest wasn’t as full. Let’s say it’s what they call a pear shape. I got very comfortable, because that way I didn’t take compliments I didn’t know how to deal with. Then, one day I join a single sex school. My mom insisted I carry girly outfits so I had all the body hugging outfits that hugged the right places. In an all girls school, I didn’t expect attention like it would be with opposite sex. I was wrong. I attracted all kinds of attention, I got advances. Talked to my mom and before it was long, I was accused of being lesbian. I moved schools. Wearing makeup has never been my thing but once in a full moon I glam up. I didn’t wear body hugging things till campus ever again. But till this day, I don’t know how to respond to compliments about my body.
I love buggy
Sometimes I just want to dress up, glam up and show up.
But the younger me, was not made comfortable. Like my curves were an issue.
Buggy might no have done much but saved me a bunch.
Today I saw a young girl, about thirteen years of age. She wore a crop top and hot pants. She was adoloscenting. A male vendor shouted at her mom “give your daughter to me for marriage”. She had curves in the right places. Just like I was. But unlike me, she was comfortable dressing her body in whichever way she pleases or her parents are very okay with the way she dresses
Well, we ain’t defined by our clothes.
But I feared for her. I feared all the compliments and words that would be thrown at her. I fear of the things she will be accused of. I fear that she won’t be able to take it.
But maybe, just like me she will strike a balance. Dress for herself on many days and for comfort on others or for the public.
I have big legs but once someone tried to convince me I had elephantiasis. I didn’t show them off often, because I was comfortable covering up. Then my mom told me about my legs….. for whatever chance now, I show off.
Hi , I am Sharon. I will not apologize for God being a perfect sculptor.