[1994; age 5 or 6]Picture of me, my siblings, and my two cousins taken at my grandparents old house in NY. I absolutely adored my outfit and I wanted to wear it all the time because it made me feel like a princess/angel. I always liked wearing skirts and dresses and anything feminine--except for when I was from the ages of 7-10 because my mom started forcing my sister and me to wear dresses to church every single sunday, and mind you, dresses are not the most comfortable nor suitable attire for running around and playing on the jungle gyms. I remember getting into arguments with my mom, begging her not to make me wear a dress again to church but to no avail. I vowed to myself on that hot blacktop after sunday school that when I got older, I would never wear dresses to church ever again.. And I held that promise all the way up to my college years now that I don't run around and swing on the monkey bars no longer. Going back to my outfit in the photo, the only problem I had with my outfit was the shirt. I loved the sheer, peasant-esque flow of the material, however, it was a little too sheer. #._.# I felt like Eve after she took a bite out of the apple..
