
Dress: GAP (the link just leads to a photo of the dress since it's out of stock), Sweater: H&M, Socks: Sock Dreams, Tights & Shoes: Target, Belt: H&M.
I repeat myself a lot! I can't remember who I've told stories too and just repeat myself over and over again. So if you've heard this before I'm sorry. This is going to be a little bit about high school and a little bit about my mother.
I can't help but think of the things I used to wear in high school when I put this outfit together. It's a little more tame than what I used to wear but nostalgia set in nonetheless. I cared about clothes and style a lot. Once I hit 7th grade I traded in my matching sweatsuit outfits with the turtleneck underneath for babydoll dresses at Contempo, bell bottoms (they were back in AGAIN), and wearing semi short skirts with opaque ribbed tights and platform heels. I had an issue of Teen magazine from the summer of '93 and it was my bible (well Torah... I am jewish after all). Photos of runway styles from Todd Oldham and Cynthia Rowley were plastered all over my bedroom walls. I, of course, was on a limited budget so I made my babysitting money work hard. I shopped at Marshall's, sales at Contempo, Macy's & Gap, The Salvation Army, really everywhere and anywhere. I had this floor length skirt floral skirt that I called my gypsy skirt because it reminded me of something Stevie Nicks would wear. I remixed that skirt like crazy- wearing it with a scoop neck top and 4 inch platforms one day, then an oversized hoodie and thick soled black boots another time. I owned a couple of boa's- not the feathery kind but they were still considered boa's and wore them frequently in high school.
I had this black maxi dress that I loved but it was kind of short so I decided to find a way to make my flowy pink tutu stick out from the bottom. Making that outfit work requested the help from a pair of bike shorts, safety pins and dental floss. It was probably the craziest thing I did with an outfit but I loved the outcome- pretty flowy pink fabric peeking out from under my black maxi dress, and after 3rd period or so I got used to walking with a tutu attached to my bike shorts with floss and safety pins. All for the sake of fashion, right? Although it is such a small similarity this outfit pictured here reminded me of what I used to do to make an outfit look different. I wanted to wear my dress from Gap but with it's short sleeves I knew I would be cold. I already wore it with my Target cardigan so I tried it with my black H&M sweater. Since the sweater was longer than the waist on the dress I folded the bottom hem up and cinched it with a belt. Such an easy alteration but I was weirdly proud of that accomplishment.
I mentioned how this will also be a little bit about my mother. Even though there were days that I dressed straight up strange for school not once did my mother roll her eyes, smirk or make any negative comments. I got plenty of those from my older brothers and sister in law (goodness they still make fun of my tutu!!!). My mother was (and still is) an incredibly CONFIDENT woman and made sure to find ways to encourage my own confidence. Not ONCE did I ever hear her utter the words, "How do I look?". She didn't need to ask because she knew the answer, which always was AMAZING! I never saw her look into a mirror examining or scrutinizing her body- she dressed with confidence, walked with confidence and enjoyed herself sans insecurities. I'm sure my mother had insecurities but she chose confidence instead and she forced me to be the same way. And I do mean forced!! If I was in a self loathing "I hate my body" mood, she would either take me shopping to find something that made me feel good (regardless if the size was an 8 or 16) or she would drag me to the bathroom mirror and make me look at myself until I was convinced that I was pretty. And I couldn't pretend, I had to mean it. Seriously, don't ever try to win one over on a sassy Dominican mother. Through example and sheer force my mother gave me the confidence to wear the styles I loved so much.
I still have more I would like to write on the topic of style and confidence and the way women talk about body issues... but for now this is all. Just a bit of nostalgia and overall love for my mommy!!!