When Hillary Clinton was running for office, some commented
on her fashion, or lack thereof. Hillary dressed in predominantly dark pants
suits. She was trying to do everything she could to make America forget that
she is a woman. Questions, comments, and queries regarding fashion were never
directed to her male competitors.
Showing one’s femininity is considered a weakness that is
not suitable for high powered positions. America was distracted by her lack of
femininity while at the same time undermining her capability as a strong leader
because her womanly proclivities. I understand her dilemma. I dare say that all
women experience this double standard. Unfortunately, there are few prominent females
that can serve as examples, and they always endure the harshest criticisms.
Respect is earned by working hard, but it’s naïve to think
that is the only quality that is noticed. I always feel like I need to be twice
as good to gain the respect men receive. Therefore, it seemed to reason, that
the way to mitigate this double standard, was to dull the apparent differences
between me and my male counterparts. I, just as Hillary Clinton, fell in to the
same gender-neutral-clothes-wearing trap. I used
to have a visceral reaction to all things ‘girly’ or pink. It personified all
of the things that I was trying to evade. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever owned
or wore anything pink until I was in my mid-twenties.
Femininity is, of course, more than just what you wear. Unfortunately,
it is often limited to intangible descriptions such as maternal instincts,
tender-hearted, soft, etc. The strength in a woman’s power is in its subtleties
that are often overlooked and underappreciated. It doesn’t have the same
in-your-face aggressiveness which sometimes overpowers the testosterone-filled
workplace. It is more than a just complement
to machismo that creates harmony. But the
very nature of its elusive qualities makes it hard to perceive in its own right,
let alone appreciate it.
Over the past two years, I’ve had a change of heart of how I
identify with femininity. When I look around me, I see girls unconsciously
being forced to make the same decision – embrace their femininity or to be
taken seriously. It breaks my heart to
see their path being chosen without them understanding its implications.
I choose both. I no
longer try to hide the fact that I’m a woman. (Let’s be serious, I wasn’t
fooling anybody and attempting to do so was only harming myself.) I realized if I don’t make a stand to change
how femininity is perceived, then who will? So, I choose to wear pink while
boxing; I choose to wear skirts when I’m leading meetings. I choose to let
myself be me. Now when I pass girls on the streets, I give them a knowing smile
and hope they find their way. There is strength in femininity, and we should
feel empowered by that, not ashamed.
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