Rebel

WEARING: From Greenhills top, Next Jeans shorts

My parents are very conservative and traditional. They are very strict as well, especially my mom, in terms of night outs, words, company, and even clothing. Long story short, my mom hates shorts as short as this. It’s not really THAT short in a way that the pockets are revealed and butt cheeks are exposed. In her eyes, though, it is very short. That is mainly the reason why if you noticed, all my shorts are considerably long. Not really because I want them that long, but because my mother will object whenever I fit them in malls, and will definitely not let me wear them in case I insisted and bought them anyway. That would just put them to waste  and she’ll surely be upset as well so I conditioned myself to make sure my pair of shorts is acceptable in my mom’s eyes. Now when I got this shorts she wasn’t very happy. She told me that I can only wear them at home or she’ll throw them away. Being the obedient and good (ehem) daughter that  I am, I agreed to her terms. This pair of shorts has not seen light since 2009, I swear.  Recently though, I got this crop top and I instantly knew that pairing it with my usual pair of shorts will only ruin its simple yet fancy account. My mind searched my closet for what could possibly reveal its complex simplicity and it raced through every corner of the cabinets, ending up to the least used bottom wear. I was hesitant of course, of both the idea of upsetting my mom and the possible discomfort I could get since I haven’t worn anything of this length outside home. But the desire of putting on a good outfit was more powerful than the good girl inside of me (if I must admit), and hence the rebel outfit made its way to my blog. A lot of people were impressed by how a simple shirt could make such a statement. The secret of course is finding its right match. The discomfort is there of course, knowing inside of me that I disobeyed a rule that I have been strictly following for years. There were moments that days where I would look around me, searching for my mom’s angry eyes threatening to burn this pair of shorts until it were ashes. However small it may sound, I felt rebellious that day. And even though I felt satisfied for pulling off an unexpectedly amazing outfit, guilt rushed through me that night where I promised to myself that never again will I wear this shorts to school or anyway outside home. The satisfaction of being a fashionista is hell nothing close to the satisfaction of pleasing your mom. Sometimes, we learn things the hard way. And this time, I learned that I love my mom too much to upset her and break free from the simple rules she asks me to follow. Moms may be overprotective sometimes, a little demanding even, but this just made me realize that no matter how different we are, in choice of clothing above all other things, I love her and I will respect her sometimes annoying traditional means of upbringing. For through this that she raised a kid too scared to upset her, out of too much love and respect. I am sorry mom. This is the last time you will ever see this pair, I promise.