epowerment
Jan. 26th, 2019 08:04 pmI had to go to a work meeting today. I didn't want to and I don't like being at work things outside of work, but I had to. I'm listening to Hunger by Roxanne Gay on audiobook and as I was thinking about what to wear, I was thinking about when she talks about our clothes as armor. Certain things make people look at us and certain things make us feel power and certain things make us invisible. Weekends are when I can wear dresses and more feminine things than I wear to work in a dirty, industrial, male dominated workplace where I do not want to be seen as anything sexual by people who would tend to do that.
So today, weekend, but also work.
I wore my Blue Q "Bitches Get Stuff Done" socks, a gift from a borg secret gift exchange because they make me smile and feel like Hell Yes I can Do Stuff. And it got me thinking how I would wear the hell out of underwear with supportive messages on them.
I'm Awesome!
You Can Do IT!
Fuck You! That's Why!
FIGHT ME!
I'm not a person who seeks validation, it doesn't motivate me, and I generally don't feel much of anything when people give it, except that recently it seems to really have an effect on me. I am recognizing that I have been heading down into a deeper and deeper hole of little self-belief and confidence.
I think about how a woman cheering herself on privately is a deeply subversive act in our culture/society.
I would never want to wear a t-shirt with those things on it. That would invite comments, judgement, opinions. It would be seen as being for others, when really I only wear things for myself.
So there I am getting dressed and building in my head a whole business plan of comfortable, full-coverage, tummy control (because I am still vain) underwear with encouraging, sassy, confrontational message meant only to and for the women wearing them.
Underwear is the perfect place for them, just like the socks.
So today, weekend, but also work.
I wore my Blue Q "Bitches Get Stuff Done" socks, a gift from a borg secret gift exchange because they make me smile and feel like Hell Yes I can Do Stuff. And it got me thinking how I would wear the hell out of underwear with supportive messages on them.
I'm Awesome!
You Can Do IT!
Fuck You! That's Why!
FIGHT ME!
I'm not a person who seeks validation, it doesn't motivate me, and I generally don't feel much of anything when people give it, except that recently it seems to really have an effect on me. I am recognizing that I have been heading down into a deeper and deeper hole of little self-belief and confidence.
I think about how a woman cheering herself on privately is a deeply subversive act in our culture/society.
I would never want to wear a t-shirt with those things on it. That would invite comments, judgement, opinions. It would be seen as being for others, when really I only wear things for myself.
So there I am getting dressed and building in my head a whole business plan of comfortable, full-coverage, tummy control (because I am still vain) underwear with encouraging, sassy, confrontational message meant only to and for the women wearing them.
Underwear is the perfect place for them, just like the socks.