Ever since I was about eleven, I’ve had to justify my sense of style, my interests, and sometimes my hobbies too; and although everyones walking around in a metallica and guns n roses t-shirt these days, back when I was first discovering myself it was considered abnormal to have a love of rock music and the alt scene. Even though everyone’s wearing the bands I was looked down upon for liking, I still feel like to this day I’m having to justify why I got tattoos, why I dress the way I do and why I am the way I am.
I understand that to somebody who doesn’t find interest in the things that I do, I may seem strange, but I don’t go around asking girls who love floral patterns and bright colours why they do, because it doesn’t bother me, so why must women ask me why I chose to get tattooed, why I love the sound of rock music and why certain things appeal to me? Can’t I just say: Because they do. Why does it need some grand explanation?
As I’ve gotten older I’ve branched out a little more and not restricted myself solely because people with tattoos and people who like rock music are generally pushed into a certain box and expected to look a certain way, I do wear pink more often than I used to now and I even dyed my hair blonde, but this doesn’t mean that I’m suddenly changing my style to fit the more socially acceptable standards of the average twenty something.
Frankly speaking though, people my age don’t tend to question me as much as the older generation do, I understand it’s a difference between what they grew up in as opposed to what we grew up in, I get it, but why does this still mean that they can’t just see that I’m happy with the way I do things and the way I look.
Women are the ones who question me the most though, surprisingly. Men don’t tend to ask so much about why I like things, and even men in my workplace just see me as plain old me, I even had one of the guys say to me once, “Well, you’re one of those rockers aren’t you? Just dress how you normally do.” When I was talking about an event I was worrying about. If I asked one of my friends, they’d probably give me a kick-ass outfit idea that totally represents me and how I generally choose to look, my friends get me, people my age get me, and this might be a pointless argument because you can’t change the minds of a generation that can’t see past the changes that our generation has made, but it infuriates me so much.
Style is a form of self expression and we should not be worrying about the woes and opinions of other people, young or old. When I am comfortable, I feel like the best me. I won’t stop being myself all of a sudden for the sake of someone who quite frankly has nothing to do with my personal life and agenda.
What does what I’m wearing have to do with you anyway?
Seriously, what does my outfit have to do with you? I buy clothes for myself because I like them, I put clothes together and wear them because I want to. Who cares if I’m not a conventional almost twenty-something who only wears office wear, who cares if my taste doesn’t align with yours?
The world would be very boring if we all looked and dressed the same way anyway, just because I don’t look right in a frilly, pretty dress, doesn’t mean that I’m a bad person or whatever, we can get along and have differing tastes.
I just think that I’ve been a little bit sick of judgment over the years, I’ve been sick of comments made to me over the years, so I’m just going to say it: I like my style. Deal with it.