6.2.10

Fake Plastic Trees

I am so fucking sick of people making comments about what I wear. I'm sorry that I don't usually dress like every other high school student wearing jeans & tee shirts, sweatpants and sweatshirts, and walking around in Uggs. Ok, I don't hate any of these clothes, and I do wear them from time to time (except for Uggs which I think are overhyped) but I am so so so so so so so sick of people making nasty comments on my clothes. I remember beings so excited to wear a bright orange v-neck from American Apparel last year, and a girl turning around in one of my classes, making a face about the shirt and going, "Wow, your shirt. That's...interesting." WHAT THE FUCK. If you don't like my clothes, keep that opinion to yourself and don't make any comments about it. I could make faces about what you wear, but I don't because I accept everyone's decision to buy clothes that they like and are comfortable wearing. I don't have picture-perfect confidence to begin with, so I don't need you picking on my shoes or pants, especially when I don't do it to you. I like fashion and clothes, and I wear what I think looks good. Last weekend I bought gold oxfords that I have been wanting for months, and on Monday I was looking forward to wearing them to school. I didn't expect people to stop and be like "OMG I LOVE YOUR SHOES THEY'RE AMAZING," but I didn't expect people to be like, "what are those, tap dancing shoes?" During gym on the same day I basically got attacked--My Marc Jacobs star watch necklace caused people to call me Flava Flav (or whatever the hell his name is); my black tights immediately became "whore pants" (honestly?? whore pants?? they weren't even see through) and everyone asked why my shoes were gold. Actually, they were black but overnight someone sprayed them with gold spray paint, and I wore them anyway. Uggghhhh. I don't hate my high school, but I do think that everyone is so close minded and the same. When I walk down the hallway, I spot people wearing different variations of the same thing, and then I catch people checking out what I'm wearing and making faces. If you don't like how I dress, don't fucking look at me. It's that easy. But please, if you don't like something that I wear, please don't ask why I'm wearing it, or say that its weird.


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