It's always so amusing to me when I walk down campus or in the student center or any building in this town for that reason-feeling confident, wearing clothes I don't second guess and people stare. So what if I wear a Saari to my Natural Disasters class? So what if I enjoy living in mom jeans and ugly sweaters? So what if the majority of my shopping comes from thrift stores and cultural hand-me-downs? That's what I love. That's who I am. That's where I'm comfortable. Stare all you want. Tell me that my sweater is disgusting. Pull that nasty face, but know that deep down I'll always be proud of my strange apparel.
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