I probably do not fit into the          preconceived notion of a "rebel." I have no visible tattoos and minimal          piercings. I do not possess a leather jacket. In fact, when most people          look at me, their first thought usually is something along the lines of          "oppressed female." 
The brave individuals who have mustered          the courage to ask me about the way I dress usually have questions like:          "Do your parents make you wear that?" Or "Don't you find that really          unfair?" 
A while back, a couple of girls in          Montreal were kicked out of school for dressing like I do. It seems          strange that a little piece of cloth would make for such controversy.          Perhaps the fear is that I am harbouring an Uzi underneath it. You never          can tell with those Muslim fundamentalists. 
Of course, the issue at hand is more          than a mere piece of cloth. I am a Muslim woman who, like millions of          other Muslim women across the globe, chooses to wear the hijab. There          are many different ways to wear it, but in essence, what we do is cover          our entire bodies except for our hands and faces. If you're the kind of          person who has watched a lot of popular movies, you'd probably think of          harem girls and belly-dancers, women who are kept in seclusion except          for the private pleasure of their male masters. In the true Islamic          faith, nothing could be further from the truth. And the concept of the          hijab, contrary to popular opinion, is actually one of the most          fundamental aspects of female empowerment. When I cover myself, I make          it virtually impossible for people to judge me according to the way I          look. I cannot be categorized because of my attractiveness or lack          thereof. Compare this to life in today's society: We are constantly          sizing one another up on the basis of our clothing, jewellery, hair and          make-up. What kind of depth can there be in a world like this?          
Yes, I have a body, a physical          manifestation upon this Earth. But it is the vessel of an intelligent          mind and a strong spirit. It is not for the beholder to leer at or to          use in advertisements to sell everything from beer to cars. Because of          the superficiality of the world in which we live, external appearances          are so stressed that the value of the individual counts for almost          nothing. It is a myth that women in today's society are liberated. What          kind of freedom can there be when a woman cannot walk down the street          without every aspect of her physical self being "checked out"? When I          wear the hijab I feel safe from all of this. I can rest assured that no          one is looking at me and making assumptions about my character from the          length of my skirt. There is a barrier between me and those who would          exploit me. I am first and foremost a human being, equal to any man, and          not vulnerable because of my sexuality. One of the saddest truths of our          time is the question of the beauty myth and female self-image. Reading          popular teenage magazines, you can instantly find out what kind of body          image is "in" or "out." And if you have the "wrong" body type, well,          then, you're just going to have to change it, aren't you? After all,          there is no way that you can be overweight and still be beautiful.         
Look at any advertisement. Is a woman          being used to sell the product? How old is she? How attractive is she?          What is she wearing? More often than not, that woman will be no older          than her early 20s, taller, slimmer and more attractive than average,          dressed in skimpy clothing. Why do we allow ourselves to be manipulated          like this? Whether the '90s woman wishes to believe it or not, she is          being forced into a mould. She is being coerced into selling herself,          into compromising herself. This is why we have 13-year-old girls          sticking their fingers down their throats and overweight adolescents          hanging themselves . 
When people ask me if I feel oppressed,          I can honestly say no. I made this decision out of my own free will. I          like the fact that I am taking control of the way other people perceive          me. I enjoy the fact that I don't give anyone anything to look at and          that I have released myself from the bondage of the swinging pendulum of          the fashion industry and other institutions that exploit females.          
My body is my own business. Nobody can          tell me how I should look or whether or not I am beautiful. I know that          there is more to me than that. I am also able to say no comfortably when          people ask me if I feel as though my sexuality is being repressed. I          have taken control of my sexuality. 
I am thankful I will never have to          suffer the fate of trying to lose/gain weight or trying to find the          exact lipstick shade that will go with my skin colour. I have made          choices about what my priorities are and these are not among them.         
