Indeed, what a difference a day makes, but what about the difference a good outfit makes?!
When at home, I always wear comfortable clothes. I’m not a diva. I don’t wear body-hugging tops, or sexy-tight skirts. Although that’s what men like to think we wear when we are comfy, sorry to disappoint all the single men out there. I can only speak for myself, but that is not true. So long for the myth.
Apart from that, I live in the high street, which means I actually take 2 minutes to go to the supermarket and have all: Boots, cinema, the post office, WHSmith, restaurants and cute little shops minutes away from my door step. So, yup, when I don’t intend to actually do something more social, and just want to run some errands, I’ll just go with my tracking suit and don’t apologize for that. What’s wrong with my tracking suit, right?! Besides, it’s almost like I am not actually going out, the High Street almost feels like my backyard, to be honest.
However, very recently, I noticed a phenomenon I was never able to mind before. It happened to me more than once already and always when I’m on my own and elegantly dressed. When I’m traveling alone in the London tube, and am waiting for the train doors to open, men (or should I just say, ‘gentlemen’) will let me go inside first, even if I was the last one to arrive. It looks like magic! Only yesterday it happened twice and the week before it also happened! So, it feels like we have a pattern here. It’s like they treat me like a lady (the lady I am) just because of my outfit. This all would look lovely, if it weren’t for the fact that when I’m on my tracking suit, they will not do the same. It’s like I’m not worthy of being treated like a lady. So, if on one hand it feels good and actually boosts my ego to be treated this way; on the other hand, it feels like what you’re wearing is the only fact determining what your social status is, and based on that, how you should be addressed socially. And that, to be honest, infuriates me! I don’t feel I’m less of a lady when I’m on my track suit and trainers. Ok, I may not be looking that good, but even so. I’m not at all into the “let’s treat women differently because they’re the weakest sex”, but am not into the “let her wardrobe determine how she should be treated” also.
So, just for a change, I wish they could feel exactly how we feel, because we aren’t always in the mood to be, act and feel glamorous. And that’s a good thing, it’s a right I’m not willing to give up on. And neither should you! So, let’s enjoy unashamedly our tracking suits and wear them proudly, just because we can.
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