I still remember the days when I was a fresh student in the first days of fall and all I could think about was what outfit I’m going to wear next day at school. Our family never had a lot, yet we were always taken care of, even if that was – at times – extremely modest. I found myself dreaming daily of all kinds of outfits and expressing myself in so many ways. But it always seemed I was caught between a rock and a hard place: what my wardrobe looked like and what the kids at school were wearing.
