Just last week I saw a tweet that angered me. Groundbreaking I hear you say, but let me give some context. It was mocking how a bunch of individuals dress, submitted ‘anonymously’ with an added ‘lol’ at the end of the tweet for added effect. Now I guess on one hand you could argue freedom of speech - it is the internet after all, but for me, it was a low blow.
It throwback Thursday-d all the way to the days of the playground. Those for some, horrible years where every part of them was scrutinised for how they dressed and what they decided to wear. You hope that by the time you reach adulthood, unnecessary snipes are left just there.
Style is so personal. Whether a person admits they have one or not, let’s face facts - they do. The minute they decide to put on that red t-shirt or that pleated skirt, it’s a decision whether conscious or subconscious of a link to them as a person. The same goes for music tastes, what films someone likes or maybe just how they like to wear their hair. If it makes them happy, that’s enough. It’s their life, not yours at the end of the day.
My sister and I are polar opposites. I experiment but do stick to my muted colours and sky high heels. She likes bold colours and I rarely see her in black. We’ve never really shared clothes and she hates shopping, whereas I have such a love for fashion, its history, fabrics, the way an item can make someone feel - that that baffles me. But I love it at the same time. I could cover my sister’s head in a picture and know it was her style and I’d hope the same could be said for mine. And whilst her style really isn’t for me, neither’s mine to hers, we don’t go around playing keyboard warrior and bringing each other down. Because the world would be a bloody boring place if we dressed the same. We’re not the Simpsons.
When you mock someone’s style, you’re mocking who they are as a person and it says more about the person speaking the words than the person they’re describing. There’s enough bad things happening in the world without someone chirping in with unnecessary comments. Either keep them to yourself or learn what your parents taught you and if you haven’t got anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all yeah?