Some people really get their panties in a bunch about the way women dress. If I show too much skin for someone, I’m “easy,” but if I show too little skin, I’m a “prude.” How about a solution to this is to mind your own damn business and stop drawing conclusions about my life based on my clothes?
- What I wear and why is none of your goddamn business. First of all, why does anyone care so much about what my clothes say about me? Don’t they have better things to do than to analyze my attire and actions? Apparently not. I guess I’ll just have to ignore them then while I keep my rationale behind my choice of clothing to myself.
- The way I dress indicates nothing about my sexual activity. Guess what? Short skirts don’t equal “easy” just as long skirts don’t equal “prude.” My sexual activity is completely separate from what I choose to wear on any given day. People can go ahead and draw all the conclusions they want about me— they have no idea whether or not they’re true.
- I don’t have to justify my outfit choices to anyone. If someone thinks that my outfit makes me promiscuous, they’re totally welcome to think that, but I’m going to go ahead and keep dressing how I’d like to anyway. My outfit choices and reasons behind them are mine alone to judge. The haters can piss off.
- Slut-shaming just shouldn’t be a thing. Why does anyone comment on what a woman wears or what it says about her? Who the hell cares? Slut-shaming is old, sexist news. What do people get out of slut-shaming me other than attempting to feel better about themselves after gossiping about someone they know nothing about?
- No, I’m not attention-seeking—I’m actually dressed to impress myself. I’ve had guys tell me I must have dressed up to impress them and I wanted to vomit. Hate to break it to them, but I don’t at all care about what passing people think about how I look. I choose the clothes that I do in the morning to impress one person: myself.
- I wear what I wear because it adds to my self-confidence. If I’m choosing to wear something, it’s because I feel good in it. Period. I have self-esteem and self-confidence because I choose each day to be true to myself. I dress in clothes that help me feel like me. If someone has drawn the conclusion that my outfits indicate that I sleep with many people, they’re an idiot.
- If my boobs distract you, that’s your problem. Boobs are just boobs. I’m not going to put up with patriarchal BS that tells me I need to dress a certain way so that men feel safe and comfortable. Screw that. If my boobs are distracting to people or make them uncomfortable, sounds like they’re the ones with the problem, not me. I think my boobs are fine just as they are, covered up or not.
- Dress codes in schools often target girls but not boys. Dress codes in schools almost always target females. Ladies are told to cover up their legs, butts, and chests. God forbid we distracted the boys and made them lose control! This is total BS. Girls are not responsible for the behavior of boys just as I’m not responsible for the behavior of men.
- Insinuating that I’m promiscuous based on how I dress is perpetuating rape culture. Saying “boys can’t help themselves” or that girls are “asking for it” is utterly heartbreaking. This messaging is what perpetuates rape culture, making it okay for people to rape then blame the victim. Insinuating that my attire has anything to do with my sexual behavior is a slippery slope that leads to the same dark place as victim blaming someone who was raped based on her outfit.
- My body and body parts aren’t “bad.” If people are offended by skin, they need to seriously get over themselves. As the lovely queen RuPaul said, “We’re all born naked and the rest is drag.” Skin is our natural way of being. If they’re so upset enough by some showing of skin that they call me a “easy,” they seriously need to check themselves.
- Even if I am hyper-sexual, no one has the right to berate me. Let’s say after all of this defending that I’ve been doing of my right to wear what I want that I am in fact promiscuous. Then what? Does that give anyone permission to judge my attire and my behavior? Nope! Not in the least bit. Whether I’m dressed a certain way or not and whether I’m promiscuous or not is none of anyone’s damn business.
