Updated: February 16, 2021
Originally Published: June 2, 2005
As I stand at the edge of tweendom with my first of three daughters, aged 6, 8, and 10, the pressure to fit in looms larger every day. I find myself grappling with the desire to shield them from the unique challenges I faced growing up, knowing they will encounter their own set of trials. Nevertheless, I can’t help but reflect on a few valuable lessons from my childhood that may prepare us for the road ahead.
One particular memory comes to mind. During my childhood, our financial situation was modest. We weren’t the poorest, but we certainly weren’t affluent either. This meant I navigated the social landscape of school somewhere in the middle—shielded from the worst of the social isolation but not quite part of the wealthy clique. Fortunately, my parents didn’t place much emphasis on material wealth. They were relaxed, free-spirited individuals, which kept me blissfully unaware of our finances until the notorious upside-down triangle logo caught my eye.
In the early 80s, all my peers sported peg-legged Guess jeans, Izod shirts, and Members Only jackets—fashion items that, in retrospect, I shouldn’t have coveted. They tucked in their shirts to showcase the distinct red-stitching on their back pockets and the emblematic question mark on the front button. I was content with my bell-bottom jeans until I found myself on a rare shopping trip with my mom, where everything changed.
While playing in the clothing racks, I spotted them—the infamous triangle on a pair of size 27 denim jeans. I held them up, my heart racing at the prospect of finally owning a pair. When my mom emerged from the dressing room, I excitedly showed her my find.
“Mom, look what I discovered!” I exclaimed. She glanced at the jeans and asked, “Jeans?” I nodded eagerly. “They’re Guess jeans. Can I please have them? I won’t ask for anything else; I just really want them. Everyone at school is wearing them.” Even as I spoke, I realized I sounded like a character from a cheesy after-school special about fitting in.
Her expression softened, but she approached the situation cautiously. I felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me as I craved those jeans intensely. After considering the price, she replied, “Let me think about it.” I was grateful she didn’t outright dismiss the idea. A few moments later, she surprised me by returning to the sales counter. I felt a sense of loss as I reluctantly returned the jeans to the rack, hanging them haphazardly before walking away.
As I stood quietly beside her at the register, we shared an uncomfortable silence. Suddenly, she squeezed my hand and said, “Go get them.” I was taken aback. “Huh?” I stammered. She smiled at me, “If you really want them, I’ll buy them for you.” With that, I dashed back to the rack, hope surging through me.
The cashier smiled as she rang up my purchase, and I imagined how wearing those jeans would change my social standing at school. However, when I wore them the next day, the reality was starkly different. The jeans lacked the zipper I had expected, and as I attempted to roll them into a trendy peg-leg style, they looked bulky and awkward. Tucking in my shirt felt unnatural, so I bunched it to the side instead.
Outside of school, I overheard some girls behind me: “Look at her ankles; they look like inner tubes!” “Are those boy pants?” “Guess has ugly styles now, I see.” My heart sank as I realized they were mocking me. Those moments felt like they unfolded in slow motion, akin to a scene from a poorly acted sitcom.
Their words echoed in my mind, reminding me of my mother’s well-intentioned purchase, which she believed would grant me acceptance. Despite the teasing, I wore those jeans proudly, choosing to let my shirts hang over the triangle logo. Though I never confided in my mom about the ridicule I faced, I learned a crucial lesson: no article of clothing or brand could genuinely make me fit in.
Though I’ve fantasized about owning a pair of luxurious Louboutins or a designer handbag, I recognize that my style is distinctly my own. Designer jeans? Perhaps, but finding the right fit can be a challenge for someone like me with larger calves. I hope to instill in my three daughters the freedom to embrace their individuality, whether that means Finley never wanting to pierce her ears, Briar rejecting jeans altogether, or Avery always opting for hoodies. We all deserve to celebrate our personal tastes without resorting to the clearance rack of societal expectations.
In conclusion, the journey towards self-acceptance and confidence is not dictated by fashion labels or social status. Instead, it’s about embracing our authentic selves and recognizing that fulfillment comes from within. For more insights into family planning and parenting, check out this informative resource.
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