Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Melbourne still can't make up its mind as to whether it wants to be in autumn or in summer, so I took advantage of the unusually warm day to wear a new (vintage!) playsuit. I wasn't sure I'd get a change to wear it before the cold change came, so I'm happy I got to take it out and about! Also, thrilled about salvaging my pincurl set after I pinned half of them in the wrong orientation!
I was feeling damn fine until I had a run in with some bratty high school kids who threw their trash at my legs when they were walking past, and when I looked up in shock they smirked and said "oops, we didn't see you there in your camouflage suit". Ugh. I know I should have stood up for myself but I was already PMS-y and upset over the fact that I got locked out of my tutorial class for being 5 minutes late, so I just sat there in dumbfounded silence until they passed and then went to bawl my eyes out (stupid hormones).
I've been trying so hard to get all the anger, hate and drama out of my life that I don't want to dwell on this too much or get worked up about what I should have said or done - I just wish people had the ability to keep it to themselves when they don't like something I'm wearing. I understand it's human nature to judge me because I'm different, but that shouldn't excuse that kind of behaviour or make me a target for abuse.
Of course this isn't going to make me stop dressing vintage - I've put up with such comments before, and I love my style too much to change. However, I've been working hard to get my self-esteem up and to be treated in such a way - it's a big blow to my courage and sense of self worth, even if rationally I know it's not my fault.
Grr. I'm headed to ebay to get myself something even more outrageous, just to show them.