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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?
When I was 4 or 5 my granma took me shopping to choose a birthday gift and I got this yellow plastic heart shaped necklace. On my birthday I put it on with a pink summer dress, and a sun hat. I can still remember what it felt like to be inside that outfit. I'd still wear it to be honest.
Yes. When I was 13 and bought an orange faus-fur trimmed cardigan. It was an absurd thing, but an important piece I wore all the time, the first time I went out of my comfort zone and decided I would embrace the different.
a beautiful dress and Doc Martins..you are not wearing those boots are you?..It was from someone who mattered to me,I felt conscious..wore the heels and suffered standing most of the night..this was the last time.
I had a couple of wigs for dress-up as a little kid, and loved wearing them. The idea that you could "become" someone else by sticking something on your head was thrilling to me. And I believed at that time that no one would even recognize me, ha.
Yeah... When my dad first told me I was fat.
When I was younger my mom always took us shopping at cheap stores such as Sears, JC Penney, etc... I friend of mine encouraged me to start shopping at other stores, so I did. I remember I went to American Eagle Outfitters (this is so cringe inducing) and another friend of ours told me it looked like I just bought my outfit right off the mannequin. I realized that I needed to go back to wearing things because I wanted to, not because someone else told me something was cool.
I was my first day of 7th grade at my new school and I didn't have all my guy friends and I was surrounded by strangers so I remember when someone made fun of my pants and said they looked like pjs
I was not wearing my pink overall dress with a sewn on ice cream cone, several scoops of flavours making their way up to my neck from my belly button.
It was upsetting because my mother took my siblings and I to a nearby hill to play so she could photograph us and I understood that in the photographs I wouldn't be wearing my ice cream cone on my belly. That is how I wanted to be portrayed in the photograph! So, so very upsetting for a little four-year-old.
I don't know if it was the first time, but I vividly remember being about 4 years old looking down on my pastel colored mickey mouse themed suspenders and loving them.
I also loved my purple jellies.
And my beloved flat golden sandals that I got when I was 5. I cried the day I out grew them.
I vividly recall in kindergarten, so I was aged maybe 4 years. It was cold and we had pink and white gingham overall dresses that went over our home clothes, it was a very fine gingham and the neck and cuffs were elasticated. I was wearing my father's kilt (unisex in Scots families and obviously I mean the one he wore when he was little) which was a lovely dark plaid with very deep pleats and the overall could only just be pulled over it and when I sat on the school chair I enjoyed the feeling of a thick wad of fabric cushioning and insulating me.
There was this next-door neighbor, a young girl who was much older than me at the time. I remember she had long black hair and she always seemed to smile. Anyway, I wanted to be just like her, I have no idea why, but I did. So, when I found this pair of pants with black and white checkered patches, I was so excited because they matched hers. So I guess that in a way was me being conscious of what I wore, I wanted her approval, so I could just like that random girl, when I grew up. Those were actually my favorite pair of pants, I think, as silly as it is.
6th grade when youd get made fun of for not having the most expensive clothes. dumb.
as a kid. clothes would be too small, but money was tight