If you were to see me three years ago I would still be the girl in all American Eagle. It made me feel safe wearing that clothing, because it made me fit in with people I admired. People that I came to find meant nothing to me. People that were back-stabbing, bitchy, and not worth my time. See I came from a broke family we never had what most others did. My parents constantly fought about money issues, and it takes me 19 years to really appreciate the money they used to make me fit in. I guess it is better to me that I was a “prep” then a teen that wore all black, nails black, and dark black eyeliner. As a senior I really found who I was. I was a hippie I loved wearing vintage clothing from hand me down shops and bargain stores. I would wear long crazy skirts, but all for cheap. It was comfy and it was and still is my style.
I still feel poor when I see girls wearing Gucci and Coach, but truthfully I don’t need to waste money on pointless items when I can do just as well with what I have. I think when people see me they probably think well she does drugs, but how can you judge someone by what they wear? We all do it! I’ve already done it in this essay. I guess the important concept to me is why would you hide behind name brands? Why can’t people just be themselves? Why is fashion and how much money you have such a huge part of everyday life? I hate that the world has come down to this.