I can’t tell if everyone else has this problem, or if it’s just me.
It’s too damn hard to find cute, modest clothes for summer. My closet is full of last year’s sweaters, a bunch of men’s t-shirts, and an embarrassing amount of plaid, none of which I can actually pull off. Most Muslim girls seem to do the cardigan thing year round, but like, I don’t want to sweat to death, and I hate wearing layers.
I just want some nice, halal, long sleeve blouses that don’t have weird birds on them, and don’t have the shoulders cut out and aren’t mother freaking crop tops. Is that too much to ask? I’d like to look nice, really I would, but its just so hard. I’ve resolved to wearing t-shirts and dressing down but my mom thinks I look like a hobo and is really scared I’ll run into some aunty we know while I’m dressed all bummy, and subsequently ruin our family name and my chances of ever getting married (yes, that is her actual thought process). Plus, your clothes dictate the kind of people you attract, and I’d like to make friends with the kind of people who don’t also dress like 12 year old boys. But then again, that one’s on me.
I think my problem is that I’m cheap AF. Forever 21 is my go-to, but like I said, I don’t do crop tops, so it’s kinda useless. But then, if I decide I want to spend good money on something, I feel like the clothes end up making me look like a soccer mom. Plus, my mom hates all the clothes that I like. In all fairness, I can’t put an outfit together to save my life. And when I finally get one right, I’ll wear it every week until everyone I know has seen it already. My sister suggested I look at fashion bloggers and try to copy their styles, but I can’t pull off the long flowy things hijabi bloggers wear, and the non-muslim bloggers don’t even wear pants, so…
Fashion is so stupid though. You can literally wear any damn thing you want as long as you’re confident about it. I mean, have you ever looked at runway photos? Those are some ugly clothes. But someone has the audacity to charge thousands of dollars for those ugly clothes, so people are okay with it.
Moral of the story: I wish I had the audacity to wear ugly clothes.
Oh wait…I do.