Blue Girl Research Paper

I was so shy, nervous and insecure all in one and you could see it all over my face, but I had been waiting for this special day all summer long and I needed everything to go as planned. My mom bought me a ruffled blue jean skirt and a colorful top to match, but I was never a girly girl so she tried her very best to make me look like one. When she bought me dresses I would rip them and push them towards the back of the closet and when she dared to buy cute little pink and green sandals I let them collect as much dust as possible. That was who I was then although I didn’t know who I was; all I knew was that scars on my legs and sneakers made for the best fashion. However, on this particular day my plan was to make the horrific outfit my own and on that first day of sixth grade I planned to make my mark by wearing a ruffled blue jean skirt, a colorful shirt, thick socks and a fresh pair of air force ones. I knew that in order to convince my mother to allow me to where the sneakers and socks, all I had to do was cry hysterically and go on and on about how even as a child I should have freedom and fortunately, It worked.

When entering into seventh grade all I wanted to do was be a girly girl. The weird thing is I didn’t know why. Maybe because it was “in style.” But it never truly was my style. All I knew was that there was a guy named Anthony and he wore the latest brands and apparently he saw something in me that I didn’t see in myself. When my seventh grade class took our class pictures my mom had my hair in baby doll curls and an unappealing sun dress. I hated it but Anthony loved it. It was like being on the love boat all day because all I did was float in the attention that he rendered unto me during lunch and connection activities. I knew that in order for this to continue I had to switch my style up; so I did and it didn’t work. Anthony broke up with me for a girl who wore blue jeaned pants, colorful shirts and Nikes. How