I live in the same city I've lived in my whole life. I was born in the local hospital, and I've been here ever since, so I know it's possible to raise a child here with an average modesty-o-meter.
Modesty.
"modesty? What's that?" you may ask. Well, let me tell you, it's something we seem to have forgotten about over the years. Modesty is the ticket to success. it's the ability to walk up the stairs without holding your kilt down. It's a sense of self respect. It's leaving something - anything, really - to the imagination.
There are a few issues in particular I wish to attack, the first of which is this: TIGHTS ARE NOT PANTS, AND SHOULD NOT BE WARN AS SUCH. Leggings are pants. Tights are not pants. Leggings, yes, tights, no. The difference is this: tights are see-through. I can see it all, and believe me, I would give anything to unsee it. I don't want to see all of your personal business and what not, and you need to cover it up! It's not hard, just throw on some pants. Or a towel, either works for me.
The second is this: If I can tell what colour your bra is, something isn't right. I understand that straps fall down, and sometimes the pink sneaks out from underneath, but if your shirt is A) see through, or B) incredibly low cut, I will say something, and it will not be pleasant, so I sincerely recommend you don't force me to play fashion police. As well, lace was made for underthings. If your top is either half or completely lace, it needs something over top of it. There is no exception to this rule. Ever.
My third and final modesty critique is this: buy clothes that fit. If you're busting out of all the wrong places, you have an issue. If you can't sit down because your pants are too tight, you have a problem. If those jeans could've been painted on, you have a problem.
Ouch, right? I just eliminated half your wardrobe in one fowl swoop! Go get a BandAid and come on back, because I have nice things to say from this point on... Mostly.
One of my nearest and dearest friends in the entire world is a model of high fashion as best one can be in a town of people who wear pajamas to the grocery store, and her name is Aulona. Since I've known her, fashion has always been her thing; if you have a wardrobe issue, you talk to Aulona. When picking outfits, you talk to Aulona. For personal shopping assistance, you talk to Aulona. The woman has enough fashion magazines to heat a homeless man for life. Aulona is one of those girls that could be a European supermodel; tall, thin and beautiful. And crazy stylish. She's the only person I know who can wear a fur vest, ultra skinnies, unthinkable colours and 5" heals to school and somehow get away with it.
Aside from one very, very small pair of jeans in grade 11, Aulona has never worn anything to make me question her sense of propriety. I tell you this first of all, because I love Aulona, and second, to prove the simple point that you can look good - great, even - without looking like you just got off the street corner, and without flashing any undergarments to anyone. It is more than possible, it's doable! So do it!
Teenagers of Brantford, I beg of you; have some self respect and learn to dress yourselves like you were created for more, because you were! Remember that the next time you go shopping. Or just take Aulona with you, she's pretty honest.
Love and blessings, Internet.
Mads.
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