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I SEE WHO YOU ARE, IT SHOWS IN WHAT YOU WEAR.

Orthodox?
We meet such people everywhere. They can be as close as skin to us or as far as a thought. The uncomfortable feeling you get inside your stomach telling you to retalliate, asking you to speak up, and put up an opinion when you're a subject of discussion because what you're wearing is too inappropriate for a metro? Too much for a street? Too short for a mall? Too tight for your body? Too much skin? I mean i totally agree to all this. And i guess we all should, to the notion that metros have some creeps alright? Who will stare at you as you make your way through the station because man, that dress is showing skin that we all have? Malls have judgemental people, so dont give them an opportunity to discuss alright? And tight clothes, who cares what you like? No one cares. And so it should be just you making a choice of what you like and what you don't. Goes out for everyone. Nevertheless, safety first. What you wear decides how will you be treated. It decides your character. Your monetary status, your background, your personality, your family, your past, your future.
Everything. Just in one single glance because that's how expert everyone is getting lately. Girls, we should not be expecting people to change their filthy little minds and how they think. But we must change the way we want to be. The way we should be. I am not gonna be promoting anything, all i want to talk about here is that changing how you dress will not change how men and wise old women of our locality will think.

Orthodoxy, doesn't just manifest itself when it comes to dressing up as a girl. It comes out in many other wild and bizzare ways. Ways that blow my mind. The generation gap, old ways, mindset and whatever term you give to it, doesn't justify the existence of such thoughts and in no way it is acceptable. It is so important that everyone or atleast this generation understands this and discusses it, propagates this.

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