This time over the hijab, in Algeria and France.
Here’s an interesting view.
Wearing the hijab has given me freedom from constant attention to my physical self. Because my appearance is not subjected to public scrutiny, my beauty, or perhaps lack of it, has been removed from the realm of what can legitimately be discussed.
No one knows whether my hair looks as if I just stepped out of a salon, whether or not I can pinch an inch, or even if I have unsightly stretch marks. And because no one knows, no one cares.
I never thought of it like that at all.
yeah, but then read “Reading “Lolita” in Tehran.” Nice try, but the haijib has proven to take more away than just immoral lewdness of the physical self.
Yes, just this morning, well this afternoon when I fianlly woke up I thought maybe I’d been naive in just looking up one Muslim woman’s view.
Sounds like she has some severe psychological problems, constant worries about how others view her, eating disorders, feelings of humiliation. Additionally she seems to be seeking attention from people who would pay her no mind if she dressed normally.
Go, you poor sick soul, hide behind a rag. Better yet stay at home, no one will judge you there. No one cares about you.
Hiding is one way of dealing with body issues. I dunno if it is the best way.