Because Pants Are so Pant-Like. . .
Disclaimer: Firstly, I must say that I am in no way trying to tell people what they can and cannot wear, or even should or should not wear. What you wear (or don’t wear) isn’t entirely your choice. This is America after all. Freedom of speech and freedom of clothes (or no clothes) am right? This is just my personal story of why I chose to no longer wearing pants in public.
For the past several years, like 28 plus years, I’ve been having a conviction weighing heavy on my heart (and my waistline). I tried ignoring it for as long as I could until one day a conversation came up amongst myself and a few others (both men and women (because I’m like all about diversity and stuff)). The conversation was about pants and how when women wear them it creates a distraction from what’s really underneath and no one needs that kind of distraction these days. Thats when it hit me. Like a message from the goddess or something–mid conversation–I decided I could not longer ignore my convictions; it was time I started listened to them, it was time I took action.
Later that night I went home and shared my convictions with my boyfriend. Was it possible that my wearing pants caused men to think about my pants when they looked at my pants?
“Yes, when I look at your pants, I think about your pants; it’s hard when women wear pants you know, because all I can think about is dem’ pants. It’s not easy!”
In that moment by conviction grew even stronger. Not that I wasn’t feeling it earlier, or else I wouldn’t have even thought about bringing up such a touchy subject with my boyfriend, but after talking to him, it hit me so much harder. If it’s difficult for my boyfriend, who (kind of) likes me, (on occasion) honors me, and (sometimes) respects me, to keep his eyes focused ahead (and not on my pants) then how much more difficult could it be for a man who may not have that same self-control?!? Sure, if men want to look at my pants, they’re going to do it, but why entice them?
It was then that I made a personal vow to myself and to my boyfriend.
I will no longer wear pants in public.
It will be a pants-free zone from now on, everywhere I go, every place I travel, no pants will be allowed. The only time I feel it’s acceptable to wear them, is if I am in the comfort of my own home, an environment where pants don’t cause (as much) distraction. I also want to set the best example of how to dress for my friends. I want them to know that their value is not in the way their bodies looks or how they dress, but in the character and personality the goddess bestowed upon them.
I have been following the vow I made to myself for the past, well, three minutes it took to make fun of this other person’s blog post, and though it has been a bit difficult to keep my pants off, my conscious is clear and I feel I am honoring the goddess and my boyfriend in the way I now dress/don’t dress.
There’s a sort of freedom in no-pants.
Could no-pants be the new pants?