Fashion always played an anarchic role in my life, when it was passing away, I tried to venture into it. Different reasons can be outlined here.

The first was that my father was very strict about imitating or copying models; his insistence, expressed with bad character, was that we had our own personality, that we not be influenced by fashions or external pressures. His ideas prevailed and there was no one who would oppose him.

Pants were prohibited, I wore them when I left high school and entered university. Before I wore skirts below the knee, when the miniskirt was already imposed, which I never got around to wearing.

A while ago I found out that some teachers at high school believed that I belonged to a certain religion because of the way I dressed. In a context where everyone wears their uniform above the knee, the fact that I wore it underneath and covering my socks was really strange.

At nineteen I went to live with my grandmother, there I allowed myself to wear short shorts, but never when going out on the street, I got used to wearing pants. I started wearing wide boots, very wide, and the so-called tubes were already arriving, because they had very narrow boots.

My shoe size was large, so the first narrow boot pants didn't fit my feet easily, so I stayed with the wide ones for a long time.

I remember that the fashions for scarves, wide cuffs with many buttons, ties, turtle necks, twist skirts, pleated studs were passing and I never wore them. For an important reason that was called poverty.

So on one occasion when my mother gave me a cut of fabric, she asked me how I wanted the dress. She knew how to sew and she made my clothes and uniform for school. I proposed to her, without any serious vision of design, meaning. common or fashionable, a dress with a pleated skirt at the hip, a turtle neck that opened on one side and a scarf came out, and baggy sleeves with long cuffs and many buttons. Guess what: My mom made it for me.

How fortunate that there are no photographs left from that time, I was a piñata with legs, wrapped in white pantyhose. Then I made him cut the sleeves to continue using it, because the design of the fabric was a white background with colored sticks and it was really very striking.

One day I discovered that fashion was an arbitrary scheme and that what I had to do was choose a style that looked good on me and that's it. That fashion is circular and everything returns. Notice that when I was a child my aunts used to make up their eyes with some cat-like tails, which is what is fashionable now, fifty years later. It's not that I'm out of fashion, but that I'm anticipating it. That there are trends that I will never follow nor will it be the latest trend.

With my hair, for example, I try to feel good, I don't like short hair, they say it looks good on me and there are those who recommend that older people should wear it that way, but I don't like that style.

Now I feel better in pants than in dresses. I feel so free at this age that I don't care what type of leg the pants have, I follow the criteria of my common sense and not of fashion, I try to feel good myself.

This is my entry for the proposal by @ericvancewalton

Thank you for your kind reading.

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I have used Google translator.