I had the most stereotypical childhood you can imagine. My concept of femininity was forged on a very early age in an environment surrounded by Disney princesses, tea cups and painting classes. The fact that my grandmother was a very hand-skilled seamstress and loved to made me flowy dresses, didn’t help for my idea of feminine to be more diverse. With the arrival of my adolescence years, rebellion, my total disinterest for cooking and the things that a girl was supposed to do, I began to internally adopt an anti-feminine attitude, believing that would make me stronger and more independent.
I could not have been more wrong. Thing is, in today’s society femininity is often oppressed by ourselves, and whether I believe there’s nothing more important than education, confidence and a firm consolidation in a woman’s world, I also think we must seek for a balance between its conventional side; the one we show with sharp belts, the blush on the cheeks or running our hand through the hair, along the natural femininity that is exteriorised from the most subtle forms, the glimpsed in a wink or a smile and which, of course, is not exclusive to the female sex.
Because of that reason, in collaboration with Gina Tricot and one feminine dress I’ve worn in the last month, I bring you a small tribute to not only what I consider was my ideal beauty from my very-squared childhood, but in which I reconcilie with that feeling of femininity I was for so long trying to keep away.
With dress or without it, femininity is and will ever be one of our best tools to increase our strength, confidence and to empower our genre, and that’s the only kind of feminism idea I want to be part of and the one that deserves a spot in my wardrobe.