My mom is one heck of an amazing human being. She’s always telling me how she’s proud of me, but I don’t think she realizes that I am only me because of the way she and my dad raised me. I’ve been incredibly lucky to grow up in a supportive household where creativity and self-expression is encouraged.
One method of expression that I’ve been exploring more deeply lately is fashion. I want to bring more meaning to my clothing. Style can’t be genuine unless there’s a correlation between the clothes I wear and what’s in my spirit. Because that’s what self-expression is: letting what’s on the inside radiate outwards. Clothes are more than just pieces of fabric and outfits are more than just different pieces of fabric put together. An outfit can be a piece of art just as much as a painting can be.
This year I decided that I would only wear outfits that make me happy. No more feeling pressured by society to look a certain way or just throwing stuff on because I’m too lazy. So far, it’s been a positive experience. I enjoy taking time out of my day to make conscious decisions about what I put on my body. This isn’t because I care about how other people view me, but rather because feeling awesome on the inside and looking awesome on the outside has become one in the same. It’s just another way of making my own happiness.
My next goal is to start steering away from mainstream clothing brands. On April 24th, 2013, 1133 workers were killed and over 2500 were injured in the Rana Plaza catastrophe in Bangladesh. These people were working for big brand names, such as Primark and Children’s Place. Clothes don’t just magically appear in the familiar stores we see at the mall. Before they get there, they’re often produced in developing countries where working conditions are unsafe and “accidents” like what happened in Rana Plaza are not uncommon. These workers are also paid next to nothing.
It’s so easy for me to shop where it’s cheap and convenient, but this kind of behavior comes with a price. It’s a price that I’m not even paying; those suffering workers are paying it. It’s going to be quite the challenge to shop more ethically considering that almost every single place I shop is unethical, but this issue is just too important to ignore. I encourage all of you to take a look at the tags of your favorite articles of clothing. These problems may seem far away, but remember that every time you buy something made in a sweatshop, you’re contributing to a society that makes these problems okay. And I hope that you realize that that is really not okay.
Well, looks like this blog post has gone super off-topic considering it was supposed to be a mom-appreciation post… But bringing it back to that, my mom is totally my fashion icon. Let’s face it, I wouldn’t have any style without her. If you ask me where I got my clothes, the most likely answer is, “From my mom’s closet.” She’s a Fluevog queen, knitting genius, and winner of best-dressed mom in my books. But what really baffles me is how she can be all of these things PLUS be the most amazing problem solver, whiz in the kitchen, expert at all things crafty, and most caring and supportive mom I could ever ask for. Mom, you rock my camo-printed socks.
And if y’all needed some proof of her talent, here are some self-portraits I took of me wearing some of the things she’s made, as well as some of the things I’ve borrowed from her closet. Happy Mama’s Day!