At 70, I’ve always believed in wearing what makes me feel good. My wardrobe full of various jeans—skinny, bootcut, and straight-leg—is a testament to my love for them. They’re not just clothes; they represent my spirit of youthfulness and freedom.
However, a comment from my son yesterday made me question my choices. As I was getting ready for a casual lunch with friends, he noticed my outfit—a pair of classic blue jeans and a stylish top. Instead of the usual compliment, he frowned and remarked, “Mom, you look foolish in jeans at your age. You should be wearing something more age-appropriate.”
His words stung. I had always considered my son as someone who supported my independence and choices. Feeling hurt and suddenly self-conscious, I began to wonder if he was right. Was I really making a fool of myself by dressing in a way that felt unnatural to others my age?
The question gnawed at me all day, overshadowing the laughter and conversation at lunch. That evening, I stood in front of my mirror, studying my reflection. The jeans looked the same as they always had—comfortable, fitting well. It was my perception that had changed, tinted by doubt.
Determined to resolve my turmoil, I decided to reach out to my close friend, Rita, who was always straightforward and wise. Over coffee the next day, I shared my concerns.
“Should I stop wearing jeans? My son thinks they’re not suitable for my age,” I confessed, waiting anxiously for her response.
Rita, who was a few years older than me and wore her vibrant scarves with an air of defiance, chuckled softly. “My dear, fashion has no age limit. If you feel good in jeans, then wear them proudly. It’s your comfort and happiness that matter, not someone else’s opinion—not even your son’s.”
Her words were a balm to my unsettled thoughts. We talked more about life, growing older, and the importance of sticking to one’s joys, especially in the face of societal expectations. By the end of our conversation, I felt rejuvenated and confident in my choice of attire.
Returning home, I decided it was important to address the issue with my son. I explained to him how his comment had made me feel and stressed the importance of personal happiness and self-expression, regardless of age.
To my relief, he listened and then apologized, admitting that his reaction had been thoughtless. “I just want you to be respected, Mom,” he said, “but I see now that respect doesn’t have limitations on what you wear.”
Encouraged by his understanding, I continued to wear my jeans. Each pair not only continued to represent my style but also a reminder of the respect and love that should permeate familial bonds, transcending generational views on fashion.
The episode taught both of us about mutual respect and the importance of supporting each other’s choices. It reaffirmed my belief that age should not dictate how we live our lives or express ourselves through our clothing. My jeans weren’t just a part of my wardrobe; they were a declaration of my identity, proudly worn at any age.