On my tenth year of summer vacation from school I woke up and had peed the bed. My mom made me go outside with my pissy underwear around my neck.
She had her issues.
All my clothes were homemade. My grandma was a dress maker and my mom was a good seamstress. I always wanted "store bought" clothes. But then in 6th grade I was talking to my friend and she said..."I always thought you were so lucky to have such beautiful dresses that were homemade, better than mine". So I never felt bad about them again...clear into high school.
dark colored clothes she dressed me like she dresses herself like, mortisha
yes, black and burgundy funeral colors every day
A green suit for st. Patrick day
My mom would curl my hair and make me wear a dress for every elementary school picture I've taken. I hated it so bad cause I always wanted to wear my cool T-shirts and my classmates would call me "Poodle"
yes, She made me wear a pair of blue cat eyed shaped glasses. I broke one side and thought I would not have to wear them. She made me wear them anyway. Now they are in style. I wear some funny looking reading glasses that I like to wear. I do not care who like them. She also made me wear a long straight blue skirt, she said i was too fat to wear a flare skirt like my sister. She made me wear a bright pink dress with a high collar, I felt like a pink pig. Now I wear what I like. I think those moments made me a stronger person. When I want to wear something that is not the latest style I do not care who like my outfit. I wear clothes for me.
Yes. A bowl cut! And because I needed a haircut and my parents were poor
Yep, we grew up with not a lot. I had to wear her boots, fur linings and all to school for a while as it was all that fit.