I have a doubt on the whole “I dress only for myself and not to impress other people and definitely not men” brigade.
What is the point of fashion or makeup if it is not for other people? If I truly dressed for myself, I should be happy dressing up on a Saturday afternoon to watch reruns of Big Bang Theory on TV, no? At that time nighties seem to suffice.
If I really don’t care what other people’s opinion of me is, I would probably go to the supermarket dressed like Super Girl and the fish market dressed as Cleopatra.
Why is it that I use my faded old Salwar Kameez to Nilgiris on Saturday morning and slip into a newer outfit if I plan to catch the matinee show?
Why do I, who wears jeans on Fridays wear saris to church?
Why do I not mind wearing torn nighties that are sewn crudely when I am sleeping as long as they are soft and comfortable and wear silk saris to weddings and not the other way around?
For other people.
What is so embarrassing about this? This does not mean I am a slave for other people’s opinion or that I am begging for approval. It just means that humans are social animals and that I am human.
P.S. This is a thought I came to my mind as a response to a blog post. But I am not going to link it here. I don’t know why, but it seems impolite.