Until very recently I had rules about how I could dress. There were fewer and fewer of them as I grew older (I learned to love my legs and not feel like I needed to hide them in order to shield the eyes of the masses, I even learned that it's totally fine if I don't shave them all the time AND that sometimes I really do want to shave them and BOTH of those are okay). I bought huge silly glasses because I wanted them, without trying them on first, and then I bought giant BLUE glasses which I have always wanted and never thought I was allowed to have because they make me look silly not pretty. I shaved my head and I didn't look as pretty without my curls but I looked like a badass which is just as good, maybe better. I learned that leggings totally, totally are pants and that "my stomach isn't perfect so I can't wear crop tops" is stupid.
The titular realization really started with shaving my head. I wanted to be cool. Like, literally. I was working outside for ten hours a day in hot, humid, Florida and any hair was too much. I wavered about it for a while but the decision to do it came from that realization. "It is not my job to be pretty." My job is to be a field biologist and to love and enjoy my body and do what makes me feel good and shaving my head helped me do all of those things. I had to haggle with the barber, who did not feel comfortable shaving my head and at the end told me I was "lucky to be pretty enough to pull it off" which made me super uncomfortable, but it felt awesome and it looked super cool. I started posting pictures of me making silly faces instead of always smiling perfectly. I started barely looking in the mirror or at pictures before I posted them because my hair always looked the same, and that has continued since my hair has grown in. I don't know what it's doing up there, it's just kind of crazy curly and doing it's thing. It does its job, I'll do mine.
I've barely worn makeup in years but I've recently decided that even for big events there is no rule that says that I have to try. Sometimes I want to and it's kind of fun if I can make it look nice but I really don't like how it feels on my face and how hard it is to get off and how stressful I find trying to put it on. So. Why do it, unless I want to? It is not my job.
Similarly, I've very recently started Accepting my Eyebrows. I have Some Eyebrows. I kind of wish they were less bushy and shaped more nicely. But you know what? I really don't wish that enough to painfully pluck them all the time or pay someone to rip the hairs out or learn how to do whatever other methods of hair-removal there are. I used to shame myself when I didn't remember to pluck regularly. Which was always. Because I hated doing it and it was a chore and it is NOT MY JOB. So instead I have embraced my weird bushy eyebrows. And if I feel compelled to pluck them, I will, it's not a hard and fast "plucking your eyebrows is giving into misogyny" kind of rule, it's just...if I want to I will, if I don't, I won't.
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| Some Eyebrows |
The rule I haven't stopped to consider changing (until now) is my No Warm Colors rule. Back in middle school I went to one of those Makeup Parties where they try to sell you makeup and tell you things look good on you so you'll buy them, etc. They did this thing where they lay two fabric swatches across your chest and had everyone look at your face. One side was Cool Colors and one side was Warm. They went around and did this to every girl in the room. Most of them looked basically the same on both sides but they got to me and everyone in the room went "Oh my god, you look SO bad in warm colors." So from that day on it became a Rule. More than a rule, it became almost a disability. "Oh man, I love that shirt but I can't wear warm colors", etc. I never questioned it. They had told me it made me look bad. I could not knowingly do something that makes me look bad. It's against The Rules.
A few months ago I bought a bright pink shirt at Goodwill because I was going to some Breast Cancer Awareness night at a club with a friend and everyone was supposed to wear pink. It was only a few bucks and the cut looked pretty good on me but it was definitely a Warm Pink and so I would only wear it for this one occasion in which I was forced to and then I would donate it back or give it to someone or only wear it for fieldwork or exercise or something where no one would see me.
But it stayed in my drawer. And I liked it. It stood out among my sea of blues and greens. I wore it to yoga a couple of times. I wore it when I was just lounging around the house. I would never want anyone in the outside world to see me in it, but I could wear it with my dark green pants on days when I felt shitty and feel like an adorable watermelon instead.
And today I was digging through my shirts for something to wear and I looked at my bright pink shirt and thought "Oh, but I was planning on going out today so I probably shouldn't..." and then I thought "OH MY GOD IT IS NOT MY JOB TO LOOK PRETTY" and I put it on. And you know what? I really don't think it looks bad. Maybe I will buy more pink things. Or yellow. Or orange! Maybe I am ALLOWED TO WEAR ALL OF THE COLORS!! What a crazy world that would be!
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| Pink shirt, hair going everywhere, silly face, bushy eyebrows. This is the first picture I took and it is fine. I don't have to take 8 more and pick the VERY BEST ONE. This is so fucking freeing, you guys! |
