Death of the Dickie

I stopped wearing dickies shortly after my friend told me I should "stop being so uptight." She complained that I always wore headbands, dickies, and stirrup pants. My response to her was "why don't you stop being so stupid and needing tutorials before school?" This is, I hope, the meanest thing I have ever said to someone. When you are a nerdy girl with braces, scoliosis, dickies, stirrup pants, and headbands, the only thing you have in your arsenal to throw into someone's face is that you make A's. So public apology to this person for being such a meanie. Also, a public thank you for getting me out of a fashion trend that needed to die.

My fashions did not improve based on this argument ; they just changed. I specifically remember shopping for school clothes before starting junior high. My sister always wanted name brand stuff. Since we would get to spend the same amount of money, she would end up with a few pair of Girbaud or Z Cavaricci jeans and some Converse. I would end up with about 400 new items from K-Mart. To me it is quantity over quality. To this day I prefer it this way. If anyone ever needs a Christmas gift idea for me, get me 25 things out of the dollar bin at Michaels. It will be the best gift ever.

Back to clothes. This particular school year rolled around and I was super pumped up to go shopping at K-Mart. I was throwing rompers and skorts in the basket like a crazy looter. I remember standing in the mirror looking at myself in a long sleeve denim shirt, a pair of denim shorts, and a pair of hiking boots thinking "yep, this is definitely a contender for the first day of school."

Nothing highlights the fact that you have scoliosis like a skort. A skort is the mullet of fashion. It is a party in the front and casual in the back. From the front you may have not noticed that my right hip was a couple inches higher than my left. From the back....not so much.

I think in high school things started to turn around for me. I had a better time dressing myself. From high school on, it seems people actually like my clothes. The only problem is I cannot take a compliment. If anyone ever says they like something I have on, I tell them how cheap it is and how I got it at Target "a 100 years ago." If anyone ever tells me they like my hair, I will tell them it is dirty. I must learn to just say "thank you" and leave it at that.