How to wear sweat pants: How to go above and beyond
Posted On July 5, 2021
When I was a teenager, my body was an afterthought in my bedroom.
I’d get to school and my teacher would be so distracted by my sweatpants that she’d make me wear them.
I could always tell she was sweating and was worried about it, but my mind would go blank when she didn’t.
My teacher was a feminist.
She would ask me, “Is your hair really greasy?” or “Are you wearing too much makeup?”
She would never be able to tell the difference between me and my sister, who had brown hair and freckles.
I was the kind of girl who was embarrassed to go outside, and I didn’t know how to express it to my mum.
It wasn’t until I was in my mid-twenties that I realised how much my body had been devalued.
After a couple of years, I had to admit that my body wasn’t mine to have.
I had been wearing sweat pants from the age of eight or nine.
I remember sitting in a stall with my sister and saying to her, “It’s all my fault!”
But she didn.
She always insisted that my sweat pants were mine, even though she knew they were not.
It was one of the things I learned when I went to school, as a result of watching my mum suffer.
When I told my mum that I was starting a new career, she was surprised.
She thought it was weird to talk about her body, but I had learned from watching my sisters sweat that I had no right to speak about it.
It’s not my body.
You’re just a part of it.
What I didn-want to do I didn’ want to do anything like that, because I was ashamed of it, and it was so damaging to my body image.
My mum was really concerned about my body, and she said, “I think you’re going to have to talk to your coach about this.”
So I did, and we talked about it for a while.
The next step was to ask my mum if she thought she could teach me to be a better feminist.
I started to work on my confidence and self-esteem, and my mum said, ‘If you don’t like what you see in the mirror, you’re not going to wear them.’
So I went out and bought myself sweat pants, and in my early 20s, I became the first woman to wear a sweat suit to work.
The first time I put on a sweat jacket I was shocked.
I thought, ‘Oh my God, I’m going to get in trouble!’
But I got a lot of compliments.
My body, for the first time, was being recognised.
In high school, I was really confident and liked wearing clothes, and now I feel like I’m able to express myself.
My mother says, ‘You’re the first person to wear the suit.’
I’m still surprised by that, and sometimes I think it’s because she sees it as my contribution to society.
But I also think it is because I see it as empowering.
I know it’s not just about wearing clothes for yourself.
It is about being proud of who you are, and not being ashamed of your body.
If I can take back my body and make sure that I have my own confidence, I can be more confident in myself.
I am a woman who wears clothes for myself, not just for others.
I also feel that if I wear a suit, other people can see me, too.
In the early 1990s, my sister was in a relationship with someone she had been seeing for six months.
The man was very much into pornography and she was jealous of him.
So, when I asked my mum to make me a sweatshirt, she thought it would be inappropriate for a girl in her relationship.
So I wore it.
I went home that night and started to cry.
I told her, ‘I love my sister.
She is my sister’s girlfriend.’
My mum said she didn’t think she could see my reaction, and when she saw my sweat, she couldn’t believe it. She said,