Gender Performance: Yoga Pants edition
I like to think of myself as right in the middle of the masculine/feminine scale. I have my days where Iâll rock a dress and I have my days feeling comfortable in a flannel and beanie. But overall, I guess I lean more towards a âtom boyâ image. I just feel incomplete if Iâm not wearing combat boots. I have my biases as to why, though. While I was growing up, femininity was perceived to be weak. I never wanted to be the typical âgirlie girlâ growing up because that image held the connotations of being dumb, air headed, weak, and dependent. I was so adamantly against the idea that, as I grew up, my parents teased me if I let myself show any slight interest in doing my nails or makeup. Comments such as, âI thought you werenât into that stuff.â or âOooh who are you dressing up for?â made me reside back into my shell of (at the time) unknowing self loathing of being born female. I didnât want to be âa typical girlâ (whatever that is). I wanted to be different, strong, and independent.Â
As Iâve grown up Iâve overcome these stigmas and have let myself embrace my feminine side. I started wearing makeup (and only mastered the art my senior year of high school). I started wearing heels to formal events. I started wearing perfume and buying bath bombs. I drank coffee from Starbucks. I started embracing the color pink and now my hair resembles a cotton candy swirl (which comes with itâs own social stigmas). However, I still have my days where I feel uncomfortable by what Iâm wearing. Even one article of clothing can change someoneâs perception of you. For todayâs talk on Gender Expression, Iâll focus on my anxieties focusing around the typical teenage feminine female look.Â
Iâll be blunt. Whenever I wear yoga pants I feel sea sick. The fabric is comfortable and stretchy and looks socially acceptable without the effort or discomfort. But I always feel like people are staring at me. I donât mean it in a narcissistic way. I feel...objectified. Every corner I turn, I feel like people stare and judge me on what âassetsâ I do or donât have. Thereâs also the dreaded fear of camel toe that haunts my soul every time I walk. I feel like these insecurities (for me) stem back to the good olâ grade school days where a girl addressed the fact I only wore sweatpants because I was âtoo fat to wear jeansâ. I internalized a pathetic comment from a 10 year old for years. I gave up comfort to squeeze into jeans for the next decade of my life. Social constructs surrounding femininity donât help either. The stereotype of a âbasic white girlâ comes to mind, filled with connotations of being perceived as the air headed cookie cutter model that people mock. All surrounded a certain type of pants that are apparently so âproactiveâ and âdistractingâ that theyâve been banned from certain schools and work places. But thatâs another story.
Women canât do anything without being chastised. Even the type of PANTS a woman wears judges her character. Too tight, too short, too baggy, too long. Itâs always too much to be a woman. I feel like as women, weâre always put in the spotlight, even if the attention is not asked for. I can never blend into the background. I canât even order a coffee without direct or indirect attention following me. I always thought it would be easier to be a guy and be able to throw on a t-shirt and jeans, and leave. But then I realized, I can do that if I want to! For me, they key to comfort is confidence. Whether I decide to dress up for the day or put on a crew neck and snapback (like today), I know I feel comfortable. I donât dress to impress anyone other than myself.
My ideals around gender associated with clothing has almost diminished. Who cares what people wear? When thereâs good vibes, the outside exterior doesnât matter.