On sticking out like a strangely dressed thumb.
Thursday, February 28th, 2008I have been thinking about writing about this since I read FashionFabi’s post about people calling her “Naca“. I wasn’t familiar with this term before I read her blog entry. This is what it means, in her own words:
“Naca” (pronounced knock-uh) is a term constantly used in La Ceiba (or Honduras?)to describe a girl who mismatches, likes to shop at thrift stores, doesn’t stick to local trends and likes to take risks. It’s a twisted definition of the word “trashy”.
I was quite surprised that people called her that because I have been visiting her site frequently, actually admiring her outfits. She mixes and matches her clothes like a professional stylist and she seems like she always looks like she just walked right out of the pages of a magazine. The way she dresses screams confidence, individuality and creativity and I really love how she puts clothes together.

Apparently, very few people in her hometown shared my thoughts. Name-calling was just the tip of the iceberg. Someone went so far as to steal the photos from her blog, photoshop her face onto a nude body, and pass it around via MMS (I think this technology probably has done more harm than good to quite a number of individuals.). She said she caved for a while, dressed up the way an average person in La Ceiba would, but later decided to throw all caution to the wind and proceeded to dress the way she wants to. I say, Good for you, Fabi!
Anyway, this story struck a cord in me because not long ago, an Aunt told my cousin that I have a weird fashion sense, because I loved and bought this top:

I’ve always told everyone that I will dress the way I want to and I don’t really care what other people think. It’s 98% true. The remaining 2% was a little bit bothered about the comment. I know it’s not as hurtful as what was said to FashionFabi and I did kind of expect my aunt to make such a comment (because she likes things to match especially when it comes to clothes)… but I couldn’t help but feel a tinge of irritation when my cousin told me this. Perhaps it’s the people-pleaser in me that felt a little irked. Sooo… that’s how it feels to be criticized for looking or being a little different. How… unpleasant. Hmm. It made me think… do I really dress that weird? Do I look strange? Does everyone really think that I’m strange?
After 10 minutes of thinking non-stop and feeding my already-paranoid self with thoughts of people talking behind my back calling me “weird”, “baduy” (fashion victim), and all sorts of things…. I stopped myself. Will I really change the way I dress just to please others and look like just about everyone else? I don’t think I will be pleased with myself if I ever dress to the dictates of a matchy-matchy society. :p Fashion’s supposed to be fun and the “weird”way that I dress is how I derive fun out of fashion.
To FashionFabi and everyone who dares to be different (not just fashion-wise!), please continue to take the risk. You inspire me and a lot of other people to remain true to ourselves ![]()

