I remember them because one lady wore a long light pink silk dress with yellow embroidery on the side of her sleeves. The two ladies were looking at my face without talking. They were scrutinizing me. “What’s your name?” the other lady who looked really old questioned. Then, I came to realize the lady in fancy dress might be my future mother-in-law and the other was the matchmaker.
I also might have rethought my position after I cooled down because I really wanted what they had and they were the only place that served that particular dish. I 'd cave in, but silently protesting. Today, I 'm not the most daring dresser, although in different circumstances and a different body I would be wearing that little black mini dress, crop top, booty shorts and anything I wanted that I thought would be appropriate for me. I would most likely think as well that what I 'm wearing doesn 't affect how I work or learn. I would be right in thinking that.
I think the style of clothes during the fifties were so classy and elegant, it made me very intrigued. I also thought it was very interesting that women wore gloves everywhere they went during this time. In the style of clothing today, I see some influences from the 1950s. I notice how many dresses are becoming more slimming in the waistline, accentuating the hourglass shape, like the style in the 1950’s. I’ve also seen the style of the cropped
The dresses were sleeveless, knee length, hung straight, and were loose from the body. They were so pretty and made all of the girls look like queens. Not only did the girls wear a dress they also wore shorter skirts with pleats or gathers. They would also wear tight strips of cloth around their chest so it made them look younger and so that they could have a better appearance. The low waist dresses with fullness at the hemline were very popular for a girl who loved to dance because it compliments their heels for when they’re dancing.
After changing we both turn around, when I see her I can 't help but stare. She was beautiful, the purple color complimented her skin perfectly and the dress traced her body, hugging every curve until it flowed out at the hip. “Is something wrong?” she whispers and looks down, nervously. I blush, knowing even been caught staring, ¨Do I look silly?¨ She questions as she starts to pull at her skirt. “No!
The shirt was short and to her, I was disrespecting myself and letting others disrespect me because of the “terrible” things I wore to school. My sense of style was not very conservative, so that made people feel like they could shame me, and sometimes even slutshame me for what I liked wearing. Even to this day, I feel a sense of shame in wearing certain things because of what happened almost 4 years ago. I’ve come to realize that no matter what I, or any other woman, decides to wear, we’re entitled to everyone’s respect. I don’t go around disrespecting people for any reason and neither should they.
I did not have a lot of friends that were girls because I was considered unladylike and a bad influence, so I hung out with the boys. As I got older, I craved acceptance. I tried to be someone I was not for friends. I threw out all my clothes and dressed as a girl was supposed to. My closet changed from skinny jeans and t-shirts to skirts and blouses.
It seems like when spring and summer come around that is all they care about. The school doesn't care that even though only a small portion of girls wear shorts to school, there is a large portion of boys who wear shorts all year round. I am not trying to say that boys never get dress coded, but there is a far greater percentage of girls that do. I am not proposing that we walk through the halls like Miley Cyrus on a wrecking ball, but there has to be some reasonable measure to the dress code that is equal and fair to
When I was young, my mother always sewed me girlish dresses, the kind baby-dolls would wear. Every morning, she tied my hair into two little ponytails with red ribbons. She made me look like a typical Chinese girl, like the ones you saw in New York on Channel