About two weeks ago, I wore a dress to school for the first time.
For a lot of high schoolers, this might be completely normal; but you see, I hate dresses.
Or at least I used to.
When I was younger, I prided myself on being a “tomboy” more than anything. A couple of friends and I swore off makeup, dresses, and the color pink. In our third-grader minds, those things were too “girly” and “uncool” for us.
From way back then all the way through eighth grade, most of those things stuck with me. I would complain to everyone humanly possible about dresses and skirts, letting them all know that I was not happy about having to wear something fancy for graduation. I’m pretty sure it’s safe to say that everyone around me came to the same conclusion- I am not a “girly girl”, nor will I ever be.
But then, about two weeks ago, I decided I wanted a change.
No, it was not to impress anyone. No, it’s not some kind of teenage identity crisis (I think). I simply find myself wanting to look at a different kind of me. And so I figured the easiest way to spice things up a bit would be to do something I would never dream of even at the start of this school year.
I thought about dying my hair blue, but one look from my mother told me that was out (I don’t think I’d be able to pull it off, anyway… I would look like an alien or a strange mutated dog with any other hair color than black). I then thought about repainting my room a different color… but the trouble with that would be all the crazy effort that would have to go into it. Plus, that’s not really changing myself as a person. It was only later during a trip to the mall that I realized I could experiment with my wardrobe.
So, much to both my mother and sister’s astonishment, I bought myself two dresses.
And then I wore one to school that Friday.
When I walked out of my room that morning, my sister took one look at me and said,
“Who are you and what have you done to my sister.”
I got a couple of incredulous looks from my friends at school, too, but even after just half a day it started to feel almost normal in a way. For me, wearing something so different from my usual clothing (sweatshirt and jeans, all day every day) was a big step, and there was a lot of initial self-consciousness.
After that first day, I have worn a dress to school four more times, and I’m quite proud of myself. I managed to find a way to make dresses comfortable for me to wear, and that is saying something.
So, the lesson here? Change is OKAY! In fact, sometimes it can be great! I’ve found that it’s a rather nice feeling to see the surprise on a close friend or family member’s face when they realize that I wore a dress by choice– being unpredictable can be fun. 😛
The next thing I’m debating is whether or not to get a new haircut (one that involves side-bangs). I encourage every single one of you lovely people to go out and change something just for fun, you could discover something completely new about yourself that you absolutely love.
Rock on, my dear nerdlings,