Let’s talk about this word: hubadera. In today's lingo, it’s used to describe a girl who’s not afraid to show a little skin, wearing what some might call ‘revealing’ clothes. But, spoiler alert—there’s no malice in it.
Yup, I’m one of those ‘hubaderas.’ And boy, do I hear it: "You’re wearing that out?", "Your outfit’s too revealing!", "Do you even respect yourself?" Oh, and let’s not forget the classic, "Your shorts are too short" or "Your top is too low." Yep, all those comments, plus the never-ending stares—whether it’s judgmental or pervy—and the daily dose of catcalling. News flash: I’m tired of it.
Here’s the deal. My clothes? They represent me. How I dress is an expression of my mood, my vibe, and sometimes, it’s just a confidence booster when I’m feeling a bit nervous. I’m bold, outgoing, and comfortable in my skin. And, surprise—none of that means I don’t respect myself.
Let me be crystal clear: Low cuts, open backs, strappy tops, shorts, ripped jeans—none of this reflects my level of self-respect. So, stop using my wardrobe choices as a measuring stick for whether I deserve respect. I respect myself, and I expect the same from you. My clothing doesn’t define me. I’m a human being, and that alone is worthy of respect. Just like you.
And men? Saying “boys will be boys” doesn’t excuse bad behavior. Restraint and respect are within your control.
Now, before you jump to conclusions—no, I’m not wearing my ‘hubadera’ outfits to get anyone’s attention. I wear them because they make me feel good. I’m not out here fishing for compliments, and I’m definitely not trying to attract you. So when your lingering look turns into you thinking it’s okay to touch me, well, let’s just say you won’t like the consequences.
Wearing what I wear doesn’t make me easy to get, either. Don’t assume that showing a bit of skin is an open invitation. It’s not. I’m hard to get. Period. And the only person who gets to see my body is the one who’s earned the right to see all of me—my soul included.
That said, I know how to follow the rules when needed. Since I started working, I’ve learned to balance my style with a bit of professional polish. No super short skirts or crop tops during the week, but I still make sure my outfit represents who I am because the one thing I refuse to lose is my identity.
And no, you won’t catch me rocking my hubadera outfits at church. Sure, there are times when I might unexpectedly drop by wearing shorts or a tank top, but trust me, I’m embarrassed when that happens. When I go to church, I’m there for God, and I make sure to dress with respect.
So, let’s get one thing straight: Don’t judge me based on my clothes. My body isn’t the only thing I bring to the table. I’ve got a mind, a heart, and an entire personality that you can’t even begin to understand just by looking at me. You don’t know my thoughts, my passions, my dreams, or the kind of person I am in a relationship. There’s so much more to me than what you see on the surface.
No comments:
Post a Comment