Let’s talk about the f word: flattering.
I am more than over that word. I think it’s so played out in our culture, and I’m just over it.
Most people think of it as a compliment, but I don’t. If anything, it’s more of a back-handed compliment because it means you look good while purposely concealing something about yourself.
I grew up thinking that flattering was all I should want to be. It seemed like the perfect solution for someone who wanted to blend in! Then people would accept me or not tease/bully me or just plain leave me alone.
That clearly wasn’t the case, but it’s been ingrained in me since a young age that flattering clothing is all I should look for or wear. It gives bullies less to tease you about (no it doesn’t) while still letting you express yourself (except not really).
I really hate how prevalent that word has become in our society. I feel like I can’t go into any store these days without seeing clothing that’s touted as flattering and “clearly” the best/only option for plus size people.
When you wear clothes that are flattering to your figure, you’re typically hiding or downplaying certain features of yours to look better or more socially acceptable, really.
Now I just want to clear something up. If there’s something you’re insecure about and you want to cover/hide it, obviously feel free to do whatever you want! If you want to wear something and it happens to be flattering, go nuts with it. Love it. Do with it what you will.
But don’t wear something for the sole purpose of looking better for other people. Seeking outside acceptance won’t help you on your self-love journey, at least not long-term.
I don’t want to buy something because it’s slimming, which is really what that means. I’d rather get something fun and comfortable than something that’s conventionally flattering. I’d rather stay true to myself than make myself fit in more.
So you know what I say after years of hearing and reading and seeing that the only way my body is acceptable in society is if I wear “flattering” clothing?
F*** it.
