As I was growing up, my mother always dressed me up. When I say always, I mean it was every damn day. She and my grandmother would literally compete to see who could make me look cuter. (I'm almost positive if there was a toddlers in tiaras competition near my home town, I would've been enrolled). So naturally when I started to get my own sense of how I wanted to dress, I completely rejected dresses, skirts, squarts, jumpers, and any other kind of clothing that looked girly. I wanted to wear basketball shorts, my hair up in a pony tail 24/7 and sports bras.
One time when we went to a fancy Easter brunch, I wore soccer shorts underneath my skirt because I still wanted to feel comfortable, but still had to wear a skirt. When we talked about the Princess Culture in class, I remember thinking of this exact moment, and how my mom about had a cow when she figured out my secret.
When my mom was growing up, she was the face of the Princess Culture. She was a Red Stepper for IU and in a sorority. She was my grandmothers favorite daughter (because she was so feminine) and always had a boyfriend waiting in line for her. So it came as quite a shock when I turned out the way I did. I played every sport out there for at least one season, and always had bruises on my knees.
But now, it's almost like I have made a full circle. I am starting to realize that I can't always wear gym shorts and sports bras, sometimes I do have to look nice and professional and put together. My mom is a lot happier now that I like to go shopping and like to buy shoes, my dad however, is not.
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