I was a teenager in the early nineties. My highschool years were 1991-1995. Girls didn’t look feminin. They looked a lot like boys. It was the age of grunge, and even the girls that didn’t adopt the grunge look still didn’t look very feminin. I don’t recall a whole lot of dress or skirt wearing going on. everyone simply wore jeans and t-shirts or pajama’s or men’s jeans and t-shirts and Doc Martens of course. It was a very “relaxed”, comfortable look for everyone.
It ruined me.
After high school I got heavily into music mode. I went to lots of punk shows and raves. My clothing choices seemed to go from army fatique pants with white wife-beater style tank tops over black bras with my Doc Martens to huge raver pants paired with tight fitting tops or polo’s and Addidas. Again not very feminin but damn comfortable.
This didn’t help at all with me looking too much like a lady either.
Then I got into my post raver, goth type phase. Basically I started to dress sexy and wore a lot of black. Black tight dresses, red lips, black hair and 4” heels. I went out a lot. I danced a lot. I wore a lot of black eyeliner. Sexy isn’t feminin nor is it girlie though and you can’t wear sexy to work or even out in the daylight, it’s a look reserved specifically for the dark.
I strive to find things that I like that look good on me, but I don’t always have the eye for it since I never saw myself in these things before. My fashion forming years were wasted! I can do it for other people, but seeing myself wearing certain things, even if I want to is hard. It’s like an anorexic girl seeing she’s always fat in the mirror even though she’s just a bag of bones. I apparently have some sort of self sabotaging disease because I know what looks good, I just never think it looks good on me.