a short discourse on clothes
I choose this pinkish-magenta top with white, pink, and other pale warm-colored flowers all over it and wear my best pair of jeans, long, dark-blue, and new-looking. My eyeliner is on quite heavily and my naturally thick, wavy hair has been straightened with a blow dryer and the ends are curled outwards. My bangs are curled very slightly to add body to them. I don’t like flat bangs though they’d probably make my life much easier. I lean into the mirror and put my strawberry chapstick on, very lightly, and then I put on my lipstick and my lips are as red as a berry.
The straps of my shirt are very, very thin and the innocent, conservative girl in me reasserts herself and I put on a fleecy pearl-colored, pearl-buttoned sweater. My mother says I look nice.
I go to school and at lunch, I catch a passing glimpse of myself in the large glass windows of the cafeteria. Oh my gosh! I look pretty, eyes dreamy, smile cheerful but I look like…one of them.
Tomorrow I’m going to wear my brilliant blue V-neck shirt with my same dark-blue jeans. I have two pairs to last me five days, so they’ve gotta be used right. Then I’ll put them in the wash.
The day after that, I’ll wear…I don’t know yet. But I know I’ll be wearing my butterfly jeans.
And on Friday, the end of the week, I’ll dress in what I was originally going to wear on First Day. Clothes that others may not think of as ‘cool’ but I won’t look like one of them anymore. I thought that was what I wanted, but I don’t. That one glimpse scared me. I just want to look like me, and I just want to be Me.
I’ll wear my white, collared shirt I usually wear for work but it’s nice anyway. That will be worn over a bright red true spaghetti-strapped shirt with my dark-blue jeans. My hair will be down, straightened, and curled at the ends and I’ll wear my gold angel pin that my friend Ashley has the other one to and I’ll pin it to my white shirt’s collar. For some reason, I feel so me in these clothes. I’m relaxed and comfortable. I’ll walk out and everyone will see what I really am. I’m me and happy with it. I wouldn’t want to be anyone else.