Why the Real Battle in Paradise Is T-Shirts vs. Tank Tops

Let’s talk climate and clothing. Living in Hawaii means you’re one sweaty walk away from regretting every fiber on your back. Logically, the tank top is the reigning queen of tropical fashion: breathable, breezy, and body-forward. But for many of us in the queer community, especially those of us wrestling with body dysmorphia, that “easy” choice isn’t always so easy.

Tank tops can feel like a risk. They expose the parts we might spend too much time criticizing — shoulders that feel too soft, arms that don’t match the gay gym aesthetic, chest shapes we’ve trained ourselves to hide. There’s freedom in showing skin, yes, but also vulnerability. Sometimes, a basic cotton t-shirt feels like armor. It clings just enough to give shape but covers enough to quiet the voice in your head that says “not yet.”

But then again — this is Hawaii. We’re surrounded by salt air, aloha shirts, and tourists who wear Crocs unironically. If ever there were a place to say “fuck it” and wear what makes you feel free, it’s here.

So whether you’'re rocking a crop, a muscle tee, or your favorite oversized tee with sleeves rolled up just-so — wear what makes you feel like you. Not what makes you blend in. And if Monday’s Spring Queening trivia at Wang Chung’s is anything, it’s a safe space to show up, show out, and maybe let a shoulder breathe.