My world is full of prejudice and bondage.
1.
On the weekend, my friend asked me to go shopping with her. After putting on makeup, she opened the closet and prepared to change into the clothes she had prepared in advance, which was a very hot little skirt. She struggled for a long time inside, and finally chose a knee-length strap dress, and set a pair of flats on the way out.
The whole person looks very vegetarian.
I took a taxi to the intersection of my friend's appointment, and my friend saw me and asked, "Aren't you going to wear the skirt you bought that day? I remember you were very like ah."
Friends said, I remembered the closet was cold little skirt, the weather is very hot feel the thighs were denim fabric wrapped in the stuffy, I know, not not wear but 'dare not wear'.
We walked one by one, the path through a window floor mirror, the mirror of my friend wearing hot and sexy ultra-short pants, fashion short navel top, the description of the flying eyeliner and hot red lipstick, she is a high turnover rate of women.
Not because the clothes are more revealing, but the subdued temperament.
I, on the other hand, am just a person who has the courage to conquer the Internet for the sake of some exposed girl in a short video, shouting the slogan of freedom of dress, but shy away from wearing a big round neck fitted short-sleeved in real life.
The only time I wore a collective dance dress, almost naked back so that I walked on the street at the moment like stealing the king's new clothes, naked me to accept the shame of the baptism of the crowd, full of rebuttal words as long as their eyes can make me lay down.
My self-confidence can't hold up the four words of freedom of dress.
2.
Sitting in the lounge area waiting for a friend's gap, a very beautiful girl walked past in front of me, also in the lounge area of a few boys in the private and quietly measured.
"Damn, wearing so little good slut ah."
What's even more outrageous is that the girls are far away, and the boys are still discussing it, with the conversation leading from a girl in a revealing dress to an ex-girlfriend.
The ex-girlfriend's 'behavior' and 'dress' in bed was put on the girl just now, as if it was their ex-girlfriend who just walked past.
And the absurd thing is that the girl who just walked by knew nothing about it, and I couldn't help but substitute that if I were that girl and heard it all, I probably wouldn't have the courage to stand on the street again.
I don't want to be a clown when the crowd in the eyes of the alien, not to mention wearing so little light is also their own loss, normal clothes also have a good look, there is no need to wear such a way to make people not shameful words.
I am glad that I did not choose to closet in the small skirt, or else recruiting people to talk about is their own.
My friend came out of the bathroom, I mentioned in passing, remind her to be careful, she looked at me, spread her hands habitually said: "And what does it matter? When I put this dress out of the time to show that my heart has given enough to their own security, other people's remarks will only let me feel they can not get the unwillingness."
In this moment I looked at my own constrained hands and suddenly felt that my heart was very narrow.
My friend is right, so what does it matter?
I remembered that my mother had once pulled me to a square dance and said, "Do they know you?" I shook my head.
Yes, since they do not know, then do not have to care.
The reason why there is no real freedom of dress in the country, the biggest reason in addition to secular prejudice is that we ourselves, because of the fear of becoming alien.
Everyone is waiting for the day of freedom of dress, but few dare to take the first step of freedom, the real first step is that all the people screwed together, in order to win the tug-of-war between prejudice and freedom.
end.
People can't look at each other, wearing less is not called slut, they are all very brave.
clang end~