We have tons of labels that describe the “vibe” or “look” associated with dress—business casual, formal attire, smart casual, or just regular clothing. Before law school, the concept of courtroom attire was foreign to me. I grew up as a first-generation American, and clothing wasn’t so strictly defined—my grandmother was a farmer who lived off her land, as did the women before her. Dressing up for us implied some kind of big event, and jeans were treasured as luxuries from what I remember.
Before I went to law school, I didn’t own a single piece of business or courtroom wear. Dressing professionally as a female was complicated in a conservative profession such as mine. My classmates and I didn’t always have the means to afford outfits representing conservative professional ideals. I still remember conversations with other women about dress—some were concerned about the ability to look professional while going through a pregnancy, a recent health event, and other things that impacted how they dressed.
Our school held a fashion show of sorts to showcase what was and was not acceptable in the classroom or a courtroom. Granted, most people did their best to adhere to this dress code for the first few weeks—as time went on, most students showed up mostly in what the fashion show deemed as casual wear.
I know for a fact that I regularly showed up to class in jeans—not because I wanted to, but because my disability just isn’t accommodating to buttons and zippers. I have Cerebral Palsy, so elastic pants were easier to manipulate in the bathroom because I lack the dexterity and muscle coordination to independently button or zip. When I did manage to find a pair of elastic pants, I would buy the same pants in multiple colors. Jeans became my go-to option because elasticity features were much more common. They also tended to be more readily available at the stores I had available in my area.
Online shopping was an option that I had as a teenager and now as an adult, but I couldn’t always easily tell if the clothing advertised would be suitable for me. Clothing that seemed feasible based on the photo alone rarely was a reality. Every woman has curves and proportions that don’t always align with cookie-cutter dimensions of what is factory-standard. Often, I would order something online only to need to return it because the material was too long or short in some places rather than others. Additionally, the fabric itself could impact me from a sensory perspective—denim was a happy medium because my sensation isn’t consistent across my body. Denim is not perfect, but it’s doable given the need to be covered, and it’s durable across frequent hygiene needs. The fabric doesn’t easily break or tear, and that’s important when using a reacher tool. My reacher tool or grab stick helps me to dress independently so that I can loop the material onto my legs. This tool also helps to bunch up more lengthy material so that I can pull it up as I hold onto the bathroom handrails.
If I’m not wearing jeans, I need assistance dressing, and I can’t go to the bathroom afterward. To maintain a “professional look,” I would need to carefully monitor my fluid intake and time it around the bathroom assistance that I could get. This would mean I couldn’t drink anything or use the bathroom until I got home.
The shoes I wore and still utilize can come across as casual tennis shoes in appearance, but they have a secret disability function. My shoes have additional grips since I am prone to falling. Shoes have always been an issue for me because I needed grip support and the ability to fit my orthotics or foot braces. My disability often means that functionality is a much bigger priority than fashion, style, or even cost.
Growing up, I required foot braces that went all the way up to my knees. The foot braces added extra bulk to my pants and shoe width. The nature of the orthotic caused a wider toe than I had naturally without it. Furthermore, my feet aren’t the same size, and the proportions of my feet differ. My weaker leg needed more support, so the orthotic for that foot had more structural support than the orthotic for my better leg. Wearing the brace would cause my pant leg to become too tight. Heat to my legs and feet increased because the braces are made of plastic. I had to wear full-length socks that had to be changed often because I would sweat. The sweating would then cause athlete’s foot, an intense burning itch.
My struggles with footwear eventually led me to stop wearing my foot braces completely. It was risky, but shopping was never fun. The sweating made me self-conscious, and the itchiness never seemed to abate itself, even with recommended foot sprays or foot creams. My mobility and fall risks mean that flats, scandals, and heels are out of the question.