You see, here, on this post, you are seeing some of the subtler reasons why people don't become HCPs.
I am seeing loads of 'when you're saving my life, I don't care how you look in your uniform'. But I'm seeing a lot less of 'but I care that you feel confident and assured in that uniform in the x % of your time that you're not saving lives'. Because all I care about is your role as a 'life-saver'.
How we present to the world is hugely important. That's why we have dress codes. And spend billions on fashion every year. Why private schools hire fashion designers to produce cool, sharp uniforms. Why we use uniforms, what we choose to wear, or are required to wear -as signifiers.
Here, we are seeing 'but you save lives/fuck how you look!' (And fuck how you feel). Cos it's a vocation, innit?
I will readily state that one of the reasons I didn't consider nursing, in 1980, was the uniform. The need to wear tights regardless of the weather. The starched apron. The hat. All 'very smart', I'm sure. And yes, I'm sure many women people were happy to wear that signifier, regardless of hassle and impracticality (and infection control).
But it is fascinating how 'the hat' has gone, and along with it, increasingly 'the dress', but towards fitted tunics and trousers, or scrubs. (Bring back Hattie Jacques matron!)
There are all but no NHS services that require tucked in shirts any more, for good reason.