Modesty. It means different things to different people. To my parents it seems to mean full burqah. To white parents it means your shorts aren’t showing off your butt-crack. I mean, Don’t get me wrong, I’m not one of those uber-modern feminist Muslim girls who want to assert their independence by whipping off their hijabs when their parents aren’t looking and change into a pair of itty bitty shorts when they get to school, but I’d just like to not get chastised for wearing skinny jeans for once.
I think the real issue here is that there are just no cute clothes out there for modest, non hijab-wearing Muslim girls. And while many of you will disagree, I rather not dress like a business-casual adult. Yes, I’ve seen plenty of Muslim girls wearing plenty of nice, modest, outfits, but I would like to dress like a teenager. Those girls always get so dressed up, and put so much effort into their outfits and have to wear so many layers just so they don’t show too much skin. I hate layers. Especially in the summer. It just sucks. I mean they look really nice and all, but I just want to be able to throw on a shirt without worrying if the neck is too deep and be done with it.
I want my short sleeve graphic tees with funny sayings on them. I want the ripped jeans and the cute outfits on the mannequins in the juniors section. But those are all either too tight, too short, too revealing, or too hipster for my mother to approve of. Most of all, they’re too “un-Islamic” which is why I have resorted to wearing nothing but hoodies and loose sweaters.
I mean, I’m not gonna sacrifice my religious beliefs just so I can dress cuter, and I’m not going to disobey my mom for something as dumb as an outfit. But still, why aren’t there any nice Muslim fashion designers with us in mind?
I mean, what’s up with Hollister and their tiny shirts? And who in their right mind thought it would be okay to bring back the “midriff?!” There’s nothing more depressing than having to buy a “Large” just so your parents don’t tell you your shirt is too short. Do you have any idea how many times my parents have -very awkwardly- tried to tell me my shirt was too tight and I should go change my clothes? I mean, it was pretty damn loose for a white girl. Like, I’m sorry I have boobs, dad, but all of my clothes are gonna fit me just the same.
Moral of the story: If you weren’t blessed with the hipster-ready body of a twelve year old boy, then finding clothes is gonna suck.