The Hijab Study: My afternoon in the scarf of a hijabi woman

I’ve thought long and hard about how to write this. This is something I’ve been meaning to touch on for a bit now. It’s a matter of choice and appearance. Opinion. Religion. Culture. One day, I made a decision about my appearance, and the world I was in could barely stand to look me in the eye.

Let’s back up a bit. One night, I watched this social experiment video on how so many passerbys simply ignored a man verbally attacking and cruelly insulting a woman in a hijab, because of the hijab. As discouraging as results like that are, I’m hardly surprised. I’ve seen enough glares and stink-eyes thrown in the direction of my friends who choose to wear hijabs to know that there are still much unfriendly feelings towards this particular religion even in the liberal areas of the US. It’s funny though – I’ve never once seen my friends react negatively to the negativity. It’s usually me glaring and giving the stink-eye back. They are seriously some of the sweetest, most forgiving, non-judgmental people I know. Far moreso than myself.

I’ve toyed with the idea of doing a social experiment by going out in a hijab and seeing and experiencing first-hand just how the non-Muslim world treats these women. I’m a theist who's belief system most closely lines up with Christianity. I’m about non-ignorance and treating people well, because as the cliché goes: that’s what Jesus would do. Having worn a particular head covering on occasion every once and again way back when, out in public, I am not completely unfamiliar with getting stares for that cloth thing on your head. But that didn’t prepare me for going out in a hijab for the first time ever. It was much like the feeling of being the smartest, most attractive, most fawned upon or powerful person in the room only to get upstaged by some other attention-hog, if you know what I’m getting at.

Basically, I got a different kind of treatment from what I've gotten used to.

March 4, about 4 in the afternoon I drove to a little local coffee house dressed in a long sleeved tunic sweater, skinny jeans, and a blue plaid hijab wrapped around my head in the way my friend taught me how.

“People are looking. And it’s not the kind of looks I normally get." I typed into my word document once I settled into a booth. Did I mention that this area is far more “conservative”? I was expecting a bit more negativity, but it still left a hole of utter disappointment and irritation in humanity. There were stares. Decrease in manners. Short, clipped replies that would normally turn into friendly small talk at the grocery store. Leery glances. Eye contact avoidance. One man even moved to the other end of the coffee shop (next time something like that happens I’m going to say something witty). But what struck me most of all: fear. It was in their eyes. Fear and suspicion of a little non-white girl sitting in a coffee shop booth with a mocha and a laptop. Every time I smiled or said hello to someone with any hint of suspicion, it amazed me every time that their first reaction, before returning the friendly gesture, was surprise. It was as if to say,

It talks, and it’s friendly?

I’d like to at least think that’s a little indicator of toppling down some kind of incorrect preconceived notion about what a hijab means. For the record, the hijab is worn for both modesty and religious reasons. The idea is that a man won’t be so distracted by her body but instead be directed to her face when he talks to her. So that value maybe clashes with your cultural background, but other cultures besides your own do actually exist. Get over it.

They weren’t all like that. A few old ladies were very kind and sweet to me – in that genuine kind of way. Not the forced, overly big, I’m-purposely-trying-to-be-nice-to-you-non-normal-foreign-person kind of way. They looked me in the eye instead of honing in on my hijab as theirs lit up and the little crinkles around their mouth and eyes scrunched together. There should be more people like those ladies.

That was my first, but not my last time going out in a hijab. My point in all this is to simply point out that bad people are bad people. Not that particular people couldn’t be jerks, but like anyone else you’d have to know them first before finding that out. What idiots decide to become is not in the true name of the religion they claimed to be a part of, and neither are the rest responsible for the mistakes of some stray nuts. The normal ones in such religions will quickly and readily tell you they dislike the crazies just as much as the next person. That’s just it. A treacherous person is a treacherous person. Not a race, not a religion, not a woman wearing a head-covering in a particular style.

I’m still disappointed to find that the one day I made a change to my appearance, the world as I was in could barely stand to look me in the eye.

On Writing Nothing + Hipster

I'm not turning into another fashion blog. Seriously. It’s just one of those times when I want to write, but I can’t. (This seems to be a thing: writers block + writing  complaining about writers block). This sensation of tight, pent-up creative juice refuses to come out from behind my rib cage while the thoughts in my head swirl round and round and I think to myself of everything and anything that ever did, will and could come to pass.

It’s just another one of those times when I can’t write. When the words inside stay inside, and all that wants to come out can’t find the door.

But then maybe it does come out, just not in the way I wanted. Sometimes the smallest victory – that of writing nontheless when you have nothing yet everything to say, is the only victory one needs.

I did really like this particular getup though. It was a hipster sass kinda day.

Outfit: 

Shirt: who knows

Black tank top: I have no idea

Skirt: Forever 21

Tights: I seriously doubt you need a reference on where to get these

Shoes: Dr. Scholls Jamie Sneaker

Fedora: a little hat boutique on the Oxnard harbor

Glasses: Ray Ban Wayfarers


P.S. Who's on Instagram? Better yet, who wants to be stalker buddies on Instagram? I'm simplypixie8. Find me, and I'll find you.

Healthy Choices: Body Brushing

One of my passions is healthy living, and hopefully I'll be writing more on that in the future. Taking care of one's body is beyond important and not just for the hipster student 20-somethings who are into weird stuff like juicing, quinoa and chia seeds. Not that that is a bad thing, I myself fall into that category but I want to make it clear that healthy living is for everyone. Healthy living all starts with making, smart, informed healthy choices - choices that anyone can (should) make.

Healthy living also goes far beyond food. I always tell people that healthy living is not a diet but a lifestyle. You can't just turn it on for a week or two when you want to improve something then turn it off again once you think you're better - the body just doesn't work that way. The poorer job you do at taking care of yourself, the less healthy you will be. Simple.

Something I'd like to introduce today as a healthy choice is body brushing. So trendy and hipster, I know. But again, not just for those weirdos who drink that weird green juice stuff and swear that putting food on their faces works (by the way, it does). There are numerous articles on body brushing claiming many miraculous things like reducing/eliminating cellulite, clearing and pulling toxins out, preventing stretch marks and toning muscles. Are they all true? I don't think so. I'm still researching but I haven't yet found convincing studies backing up all such claims.

That aside though, the reason why I'm all for body brushing is for the practical reasons. A good, stiff natural bristle brush used on skin will act as a fantastic exfoliant. Exfoliating the skin encourages blood circulation and clears away dead skin cells and cleans up clogged pores which will help with the skin's normal oil production, leading to smoother, healthier, glowing skin. If your legs are looking a little dry and rough and you want smooth, glowing pins for summer, start body brushing.

Body brushing is so easy and all you need is a few minutes to do your entire body. 5-10 minutes of your life, tops. The only thing stopping you now is laziness. The brushes are also pretty inexpensive. I recommend natural ones. I got mine, that long handled bamboo brush, at Whole Foods for about $9 USD or so. You can get them for more or less elsewhere. Try Amazon. To start, you can either brush on dry skin or damp right out of the shower. Some swear that it works best when your skin is soft and damp and the pores are open from the hot water, but others swear the other way too. Take your pick. I personally think it's a good idea to brush before showering, that way you can wash away all the dead skin you've just exfoliated. Then, you take your brush and use a circular motion as you brush (gently) or brush with upward strokes in each section 3+ times. That's it. If you're not showering afterwards, I recommend moisturizing once you're done as your skin will likely be needing some extra moisture after its cleansing.

Living a healthy lifestyle is all in the mindset and choices you make, be it about food, medicine, or how you treat the external. Skin is our largest organ. Taking care of not only what we put in our bodies but how we treat the outside has a huge impact on personal health. Take care of yourself; the only type of person you have to be to make healthy decisions, is willing.

Do you body brush? Will you?