In seventh grade, my school got uniforms. The colors that were available to wear were navy blue, royal blue, yellow, black, white, and khaki. In our careers class, a few of us decided to protest by dressing like we were going to the morgue straight after school, which nobody really followed through on but me.
A lot of people thought I was going goth because, at that time, my family was also experiencing some emotional turbulence, and I was sad a lot. Also, my short haircut wasn't much of a confidence booster, so I was very withdrawn and self-conscience.
Now, I've grown my hair out, bought a whole new wardrobe (because the high school doesn't enforce a uniform policy), and I have a circle of friends that I really love. I'm kind of an American Eagle junkie, but I'm not stuck up.
I'm still a little self-conscience, sometimes, but I pray about that every day. And it helps.
Xhapoirah · Tue Jul 31, 2007 @ 07:43pm · 2 Comments |