For the first time in a long time, I’m wearing clothes that fit me – and that’s what makes them immodest. My jeans are not two sizes two big – but just right. My shirt embraces my curves and doesn’t shame me for having them in the first place. I look great … I feel great. So I’ve discovered fashion and I have a “rectangle” body shape. What looks most flattering on me are things that basically break the rules of modesty. Fortunately, I’m at that age where modesty has reached it’s expiration date and nobody really calls out a 30-something on the way she dresses.
A lot of my wardrobe had to go, jeans two sizes too big, shirts in styles that really don’t make me look good, and shirts in colors that I just don’t wear. Now I have room for new pieces as I learn more about fashion. I just wish that I could as easily undo the teachings about modesty. Take these two dresses I picked up a little while back. They’re perfectly nice, they cover everything that needs to be covered … but my mind screams at me that either they’re too short or I’m too tall because I can see my knees when I wear them.
Wearing modest clothes makes me look frumpy and eats away at my self-confidence. It was always about flying under the radar or better yet, being invisible entirely. I could never wear my favorite clothes because they’d reveal that I was a lady and not a shapeless generic human form. Yet I always thought that I was doing o.k. After all, I wasn’t like those ladies who belonged to the ultra-conservative churches who always wore long-sleeves under their t-shirts, jean skirts that covered their ankles, were forbidden from wearing make-up and jewelry, and had their long hair done up just so. I could choose what I could wear.
Not that I’m a fan of the fashion industry in general, I’ve read stories about places that are both factories and prisons where people are chained to work stations to churn out apparel in long grueling work-shifts without any decent breaks. I saw the news report about the unsafe working conditions in that apparel factory fire in Bangladesh, and I know that wearing what looks good has a high price. I’ve decided that since there’s no way I can be 100% sure that everything I buy is ethically sourced and workers are fairly compensated, then the best thing I can do is to be really choosy about what fashion pieces I do fall for and try not to support the industry by being a fashionista. I don’t need the latest and the greatest … just simply clothes that make me confident in who I am. If that’s what makes them immodest, then so be it.