Confessions - one.
Studied for my sociology module and it's kind of sad how I prefer my sociology module over my core business modules.
Anyway, sociology is about the deconstruction of commonsensical values that have been inculcated in all of us since young. Then I remembered, smiling wryly as I read over my notes:
When I was young, mummy told me girls should dress like girls and wear skirts and pink. I very pointedly made it a personal mission to wear severe colours like black and jeans. Retrospectively, that was just the start of my teenage rebellion.
Since then, clothes acquired a greater symbolic significance to me, far beyond mere accessorising or vanity. Sure, its
function is to make the wearer look presentable and fit into the larger social perspective, but for I who had not been able to select my own wardrobe until I turned eleven, clothes were an avenue of rebellion, a subtle middle finger, an expression of who I thought I was and wanted to be. From that time and every time I pick my own clothes and wear them, I am cultivating my own persona. I am myself.
And this is why I take pride in dressing well. This is why I bother to dress up for class everyday, whether it takes place at 8am two hours away from home.
What is your clothing story?
