You sometimes feel the need to adjust her outfit before she ventures out in public wearing her hot pink fanny pack. I interviewed my own mother out of curiosity. I asked her to tell me about an instance when she thought an outfit really defined my main fashion sense. She laughed. I mean, you also wear these old, raggedy clothes.
Suggest a correction. It that an invasion of her privacy? I have shorts like that? I asked her to tell me about an instance when she thought an outfit really defined my main fashion sense. I dont think there too short.
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My parents don't allow me to wear immodest clothes.
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She stared at me open-mouthed, waiting for some sensible answer, like maybe all of my child's pants were dirty or better yet, stolen. She knew me well. I was the mother she depended on for child rearing advice and now, with those shorts, I had let her down. I wasn't one of those permissive parents that believed children should be given free reign over their upbringing. I had ironclad expectations when it came to education, behavior and clothing.
I hoped one day, when my daughter grew up to become a self-supporting adult, she would chose me as a friend, but until then, the lines were clearly drawn. I am the parent, she is the child and usually what her parents say amounts to law. I made her try on eleven pairs.
You should have seen the others," I attempted to defend myself. Six months earlier I had harshly glared at a mother who's year-old rocked the shorts with Ugg boots, Kardashian style, as my own kid glared at me. I saved my Brooklyn Bridge comment for high school. I don't want your teachers to think I am that kind of mother," I responded. There, I had said it out loud. Those concerns had lain under the surface. What kind of mother risks her child's reputation in order to follow a trend?
And once you cross that line, how do you ever go back? Don't get me started on the exposed belly often paired with said shorts. What's to stop these girls from creating a clothing-optional society? They're already dangerously close. The same age as when I get a boyfriend? It's not fair. And that's when it all began to change for me. I had been her. I'd been raised by an uber-feminist mother, a mother who reminded my sisters and me that makeup, skirts and any attention to improve our physical appearance was a total waste of time.
In her defense, she thought she was helping us by insisting we put our focus on social causes and helping those less fortunate.
My mother had grown up as the prettiest girl in the room -- and I mean any one that she entered. By the time I had reached middle school, she had come to view her looks as more of a curse than a gift. She wanted to save us the downside of being focused on our external selves, but we were teenagers and that ship had sailed.
She cared that people knew she was raising us right. But once my mother was out the door to work, my oldest sister had already changed out of her approved outfit into hot pants, midriff-baring top and suede, knee-high boots. Where she got these clothes I'd never know, but neither would my mother. Our teenage years were one gigantic secret kept from our mother. We knew she wouldn't approve and so we learned not to share anything with her. Did I want my child sneaking off with a second set of clothing in her bag as she went off to school?
Wouldn't that happen anyway? I didn't want her to think that in order to be "her" she had to keep secrets from me. I wasn't the first parent to hate my child's wardrobe, music But I've also seen great big oceans develop between parents and children because of wardrobe and music choices. It made me take a hard look at how I was choosing to parent. Could I become more flexible?
My daughter is a passionate student, respectful, kind and a really good person who readily communicates her thoughts, opinions and fears with me. If the worst thing I can say in twelve years is that I don't like her shorts, then I think I could learn to bend. I want her to know that she can trust me to listen when she tells me what's important to her. I may not always agree. There are going to be many things along the way that I'm less flexible about.
For today, I've drawn the line at the cut-off tops and cowboy boots with the shorts, but get back to me in a couple of years. The one lesson motherhood has taught me is, "never to say never. But instead of arguing with her, I just laugh, because I was she once upon a time News U. HuffPost Personal Video Horoscopes. Newsletters Coupons. Follow Us. Part of HuffPost Parenting. All rights reserved. Suggest a correction. Start Really Young.
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17 Struggles Of Having Parents Who Hate The Way You Dress
My parents don't allow me to wear immodest clothes. This includes bikinis, short shorts, short dresses, skirts, and tank tops. Recently, while shopping with a friend, I bought a bikini top to wear this summer at my friend's pool. The thing is, I feel really guilty for lying to my parents. I can usually tell them everything and I hate not being able to tell them this.
Any ideas on how to broach the topic? Don't you sometimes wish you could tell the angel on your shoulder to shut the hell up? Alas, that nagging guilt you're feeling is a critical conscience alarm reminding you that you have something even more valuable than a bitchin' new hush-hush hottie halter; you have your parents' trust.
And you're jeopardizing it. I'll bet most of your peers don't feel they can tell their parents everything, and many wouldn't think twice about lying this way. You're lucky — so don't blow it. But in order to feel good about this, you're going to have to first do something that feels bad: Say your piece. Ask them why they made that rule in the first place, and really listen to the reason. Is it religious? Are they afraid for you? Do they disrespect your friends who dress that way? Then explain why you want a bikini so bad, and be honest — with them and with yourself.
Are you embarrassed to dress differently than your friends? Do you truly feel like a young woman, rather than a little girl? Are you blessed with a rack so stunning that it's selfish to keep it to yourself?
There's no wrong answer in the "tell them everything" game. You can still decide to wear the thing later a bikini top at a pool in the summer is not the road to hell, I assure you , but at least you'll feel better about your convictions.
By the way, this advice assumes that you're a teen. If you're younger, put the skimpy top in a drawer and save the conversation for a couple of years. If you're older, grow a pair and wear what you like. As a liberal Democrat and proud feminist, I'm in the minority of my large extended family.
Mostly, that's OK. My siblings love me anyway; we rarely talk politics. But one of my mom's brothers is a total knee-jerk, well And his hobby is to send out jokes, quotes, and cartoons to a large email list.
How do I "unsubscribe" from Uncle Tom's somewhat offensive and often inappropriate email list without offending him? Oh, sweetie, we all have that uncle. He never bothered to learn or ask the rules of email etiquette, so he makes all of his recipients' addresses visible to all in the "cc" field and doesn't even bother deleting the original contact info and "Haha!
That's to [sic] funny!!! How nice of you to worry about offending him when he affords you no such consideration. But "nice" won't pretty up your inbox. So remind your uncle that you don't share his political views and let him know, with a wink, that his conservative yuks burn your poor, progressive eyeballs. Train your spam filter to gobble up Uncle Tom's emails and be sure to mention at the next family reunion how much you particularly loved that Dr.
Seuss-parody poem about ObamaCare what, it's a safe bet. Explain that no one under 60 uses email to crack wise anymore, and invite him to join Facebook so he can connect with you there. Then you can hide his posts and he won't know it. Tell your mom that if she doesn't intervene and call off her propaganda-belching brother with the sort of frank talk that a niece really can't get away with, but a sister can , you're going to print and mail each one of his repugnant missives to her home. Start spewing back.
Every time you read a story about a Republican doing something stupid, send Uncle Tom the link with a note saying, "Thanks for educating me about your perspective. I thought you might want to understand mine, too. This is fun! Send me your dilemmas via email: ToughLove TheWeek. And follow me on Twitter: ToughLoveAdvice. My parents won't let me wear a bikini. Dear Starshine, My parents don't allow me to wear immodest clothes.
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