When I first told one of my friends at school that before Burke, I had
no sense of style, she laughed at me.

"Whaaat?!" she exclaimed, chuckling.

But I simply nodded.
Me in 6th grade/year 7.


Yes, it's true.

But when you had been forced to wear a uniform consisting of a blouse, 
tie, and skirt as well as being bullied for the past 5 or so years, I suppose 
that it's natural that style seemed to not matter to me at the time.
Most of the time, I really didn't care. And with the conditions mentioned above, who would?

I mean, how can you stand out amongst people who are wearing the same exact thing as you? 
(Unless you decide to get a short skirt or rip up your tights -- but you get the point.)

I usually tied my hair up in a bun with a headband or straightened it. (Back then, I hated my 
naturally curly hair.) I would also wear the uniform. The only thing that made me "unique" in it
was my soft hoodie cardigan. (Which, by the way, I still have and wear today.)

Where's Waldo?
Here I am at my first field day, with my brother on my right. 

(Fun fact: The girl next him is now his girlfriend! Isn't that so sweet?)


Outside of school, the hairdos remained the same. But, as you probably expected, the outfits did 
not. But to be honest, they weren't any better.

I was wearing the uniform of the middle school masses.
Back then, I didn't love life. I just followed whatever trends were popular at the time.
(But now I do love life! I cut out that part of the tee and now it is hanging up in my room!)
As you can see, my hair that day was long but that's because I thought I had straightened it . . .


Finally, I began to somewhat care about my appearance after discovering Lenka and the 1940s.
I began to look for things that made me think of Lenka whenever my mom and I went to the mall.
I began to become interested in things like color and texture.
 

It was a bit fragmented at the beginning, but once I transferred to
 Burke in the middle of 10th grade -- I realized I could soar.


I think I finally become comfortable with myself last spring, when I decided to wear 
a bright red blouse with cut shoulders, a denim mini skirt, a straw fedora with a polka-dotted ribbon,
and bright red lipstick. And such a wonderful feeling it was!!!

If you are a middle schooler reading this post, I have two words of advice for you:

BE YOURSELF!!! :)

Question Time!
-
Are uniforms actually that great?
I was bullied for the longest time, even though I was wearing the exact same thing as those who
had bullied me.
Though I can see the possible advantages to having a uniform, I can also see the 
possible advantages of not having a uniform.
What do you guys think?



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