When I was a little girl fashion dictated that I wear
solid colored polyester knit pants and shorts with coordinating striped, floral
or solid tops.
I hated it.
My first issue was that I did not like the feel of
the fabric—it did not breathe. But the more pressing issue, which my mother
will attest is true, is that I was embarrassed by what is now called camel toe.
I was keenly aware even at age 4 or 5 that the cut and nature of the fabric
accentuated a part of my body that I wished to remain private.
There is a new fashion trend for men—the megging—leggings for men. Meggings are
selling out in clothing stores all over the country.
It gave me pause.
I do not want to see that—not even at the ballet. And
so I will go on record saying that the baggy-pant butt-crack reveal is way less
unslightly than a form-fitting-frontage
display.
The habitat for some wild animals is best lived in
captivity—behind a cage.
And pretty much I cried every time my mother put me
into my camel toe pants. And I still remind her about the trauma—nearly fifty years
later—along with making me wear those Easter hats whose elastic band cut off my
oxygen supply.
Thank God fashion moves forward---all things must pass---including
meggings.
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