How many times have we
judged people based on appearance? She’s wearing a decent dress so that makes
her innocent. He’s wearing a suit that makes him James Bond.When I was young; as
in below the age of 13 – My mum picked out all my clothes for me. Trust me I
always looked banging (mummy knows best). As I grew older, I got the freedom to
pick out my wardrobe. I always went for the short; tight and revealing. This
has always been the cause of all fights between my father and I.
But _ Does
ones dressing define who they are?
I was raised in a society were walking around
strutting your stuff in your really short shorts or tight dress doesn’t end
with people undressing you so as to get rid of the “offensive” clothing as
often done by ma hwindi. (yes; I live
in Arcadia) However; I never wore what I did to get people attention or impress
the guys. What I wear has always been for my own sake and now that I am in this
crazy weather of Malaysia – the shorts have become shorter.
I’m not implying that I
wear the hottest stuff on the market.No; I'm just one broke sister with a weird
and unique fashion sense.
I’ll share a bit
amongst my group of peers. The first group is The girls who were not allowed to
wear pants; shorts or anything that showed skin. The second group is my party
sisters; always showing skin and feeling sexy. Those of us in Group B were
always cursed by the “haters” as we loved to call them. Statements such as “Manje tichaona kuti anokwana here mu mini
iyoyo amitiswa” always flew around us. Even grown women who wouldn’t fit in
the skimpy dress nomatter how hard they sucked in their gut had to hate.
Amazingly; group B
girls are now in their 3rd year in University or final year; and
kicking ass at what they do.We are just career girl who know when and how to have fun; you don't need to hate.A few of are happily married and threw one helluva rager to celebrate married life.At the end of the day; it’s not what we wear that
matter; but who we are inside. I love my tight revealing clothes. That’s who I
am – a girl who loves herself. I’m not a hooker; I’m an architect
