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83. Do you remember the first time you were conscious of what you were wearing? Can you describe this moment and what it was about?
As a little girl, I was very conscious of the colours and styles of my clothes. I still remember dresses I wore when I was five or six. For example, a beautiful smocked dress, dark red with tiny flowers in yellow and green given to me by my auntie in Rome.
When I was a kid I vowed to always have colors and to dress for myself, not for the 'popular girls'.
That famous vintage handmade dress! I feel invisible 90% of the time in the streets but when i put on this one, i feel like if i was Marilyn Monroe, and EVERY SINGLE MAN is disgustingly looking at me like in a parody of roger rabbit. So scary! I felt like i was a hunted deer!!
I don’t know about first memories but I have quite a few memories of dressing up when I was little for Hallowe’en for example.
I remember in second grade being aware of my leggings (they were called in the 90s pants). They were blue and had flowers and i had loved them because they were so comfy. But i questioned them. Were they too childish? Some of the popular kids has cooler clothes.
This is all i remember. During school i wasn't so worried about what the others thought of my clothes. I had better things to do. This moment has just stuck with me.
I don't remember a distinct moment. I just realised the potential of clothes to communicate my personality whilst studying at university and talking to friends about different brands. It was a slow progression.
Primary school, horrible girls who were mean about my clothes, shoes
I don't remember.
I was five and my shoes were red patent leather. They clicked when I walked. My dress was red dotted Swiss. The fabric smelled good. My mom made my dress and it was beautiful.
Probably when I was about four and Mum was making me wear a pretty dress that I hated to visit someone/and have my photo taken in. There's a hilarious photo of mum having done my hair all pretty and I'm in this pretty dress and I look totally pissed about the whole situation.
From a very young age, I was very self-conscious about my body and felt that translate into my style choices. Now, I'm learning how to be aware of my body but not let that hinder me.
No, as a kid I always used to dress myself in the most outrageous outfits.
As children in my family we all had to have a new outfit for Easter. I always had a cute, frilly dress with matching hat. I wore it all in misery because the crinoline slip under the dress itched like poison ivy, the new shoes wore blisters on my feet, and the hat fell off every time I bent over.. I believe that is the origin of my choosing comfort over fashion.
I remember wearing a pink nightie and realizing for the first time that my boobs were growing and I suddenly felt self conscious.