I was pretty tall in 6th grade. I had been compared to Bea Authur because of my voice and my "oldness". Once my grandma took me shopping at Rave, the mall mecca of girlie cheap teen fashion, and I found this gray denim skirt that was tight around the hips and waist, ending at about the top of the first rib, while also being ridiculously full and long. I came with a really wide black belt. There were freakin YARDS to that skirt, like a tarp. I wore it exactly once and was mocked with a mocking that lasted longer than one day. Some people still mention the skirt, even though it was 23 fuckin' years ago.
But once upon a time I was 6th grade Maude with a cinch waist tarp on.
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