A wardrobe malfunction.
As a high school teacher I wore a knee length purple and black little number to work one day. It was my first real job out of college and I was thrilled that I was finally in a place where I could buy my own clothes. I had nothing else to spend my money on.
It was a super cute skirt and I matched it with a pair of knee length black leather boots and was totally looking as trendy as EVER. Fifteen year old girls would go home from school that day and write in their diaries about how much they loved my outfit…that much I was sure of.
I didn’t wear a slip under the skirt because the colors were so dark and after studying it under a thousand different lights I determined indeed, I did not need one.
I studied it under a thousand different lights, but not natural light.
What that means is that when I tried the dress on at the store and later in my bedroom and then before leaving the house, I did not notice anything that might encourage me to go ahead and put a slip on.
I did not stand in a stream of sunshine to see if the outline of every inch of my legs and underwear could be seen through my skirt.
I did not stand in a stream of sunshine that is…until I got to school. And not until after I spent the entire day parading around the school grounds in my new cute skirt. In fact, it wasn’t until the last hour of school at a school pep assemble, when I bent down to pick up my dropped keys, that I caught a glimpse of my very visible underwear…through my skirt.
I Inched toward the doorway and quietly slipped into the courtyard to study my exposed body in private.
Underwear. Legs. The point where the underwear meets the legs. All of it exposed.
All of it exposed, all. day. long while I skipped through the courtyard to each of my classes mindlessly rambling on about the magic and the beauty of language to groups of gawking teenagers.
I was mortified.
Fifteen year old boys would go home from school that day and write in their diaries about how much they loved my outfit…that much I was sure of.
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1.) In what way were you labeled as a child and how did it affect you?
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3.) A wardrobe malfunction.
4.) It was SUCH a big deal…write about a fight you got into that you were passionate about then, but that seems silly now.
5.) A time you feared for the safety of a loved one.