When I was in sixth grade, I transferred to a private school. Our dress code consisted of a blue polo shirt and khaki pants or a white polo shirt and blue pants. We wore this clothing because it was what was expected of us. I didn’t like the style and thought it was rather boring, but I did it because my parents made me. I tried to find ways to make this dress code a little bit more unique. I would wear a blue belt with my khaki pants and hope that maybe I would stand out in a school of three hundred or so kids. Wearing the same thing in school eliminated the competition. The school didn’t want the kids to compete over who was wearing the nicer alfit so they made it the same. At this point in my life I wasn’t yet an individual. I went with the flow and tried not to be completely different than all the other kids. I didn’t have the confidence and security

My second style can out when I started following in the footsteps of a close friend of mine. My best friend in private school was a kid by the name of Danny Mufson. Danny was a trendsetter. He would go to vintage stores and buy used clothing. Wanting to be like Danny, I copied his trend. I went to Urban Outfitters and bought shirts that looked vintage and then would try to find unusual ways to wear them. People would come up to Danny and I on the street and ask us where we got our shirts or pants, and we would lie and tell them somewhere else because we didn’t want them to try and get the same thing as us. I wanted people to look at me and think I looked older. Even when I was a little boy I always wanted to be older. People would ask me how old I was and I would tell them two years older than I really was. I guess wearing this type of clothing came me a sense of security. I wasn’t necessarily on my own because I dressed like Danny. He was my scapegoat. If someone told me that they didn’t like my shirt, I could always say, “Well, Danny has the same one too.” I tried to break away from what everyone else was doing and be an individual. Yet, I wasn’t being an individual when I was dressing like my best friend.

that because I am different, by wearing something that most kids can’t wear it makes me special. I never had confidence as a child like I do now. I hated myself because I was different and I thought that wearing designer clothing would make people envy me. Now, I wear this clothing because that is what I am used to and because I have looked past the prices. In history, peoples clothing helped others to tell what class they were in. For example before uniformity there were “distinctions which had formally divided the wealthy from the poor.” (Flugel) My parents felt bad that I haven’t had the easiest life and they have supported me on buying practically whatever I want. In society I believe that people buy expensive clothing because something is missing from their life. Maybe it is the fact that they don’t have a good relationship with their father and they t

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