Going to a school where we don’t have uniforms, I often find that I like to get comfortable in what I wear. And over the past two years, there have been instances where I have been asked to change into scrubs given to me by the nurse, because my skirts were too short, my leggings were too tight. By now, I have given up on dressing in the clothes that I love, thus limiting my wardrobe options. I got tired of having administrators or teachers telling me that what I was wearing was not “school appropriate,” and after being scrubbed on the first day of junior year for making an honest mistake of wearing a dress made of thin material and more than 3 inches above my knee, I decided to lay low and conform to following the dress code policy. But now I often find myself walking in the hallways and seeing girls in clothes that I would normally wear, but have given up on wearing. Yet those girls never seem to get in trouble for wearing the same things I get scrubbed for, and it is often the difference in leg length that makes me stand out and more visible to authoritative figures. Most of the events that I’ve witnessed towards those who break the dress code policy have consisted of girls with larger breasts in tank tops, or girls with longer legs that show “too much” skin when wearing something other than pants.
I bring this controversial topic up only because this picture has reminded me of what I am trying to avoid getting all worked up about. I am not trying to start some sort of riot or protest; I just want to state my realizations with our infamous dress code policy. This is not for the sake of my limited fashion statements, or the fact that even though it’s blazing hot in Houston in the months of May, August, and September, I cannot wear clothes appropriate for the weather, or that some people don’t have the luxury of air-conditioned private transportation and have to drag themselves to school in jeans in 90 degree weather. I just don’t really see the harm in wearing what I want to, and if it’s too distracting, then doesn’t that mean that it’s the school that’s having trouble keeping our attention? Although I state my thoughts loud and clear, I expect nothing in return unless I fight for it. Which I won’t. I do not wish for my peers to suffer from school uniforms, universally despised by students and often used as threats by administrators.
I know my limits, and I have my own ideas of what I consider generally “appropriate” when it comes to dress code; there is always a line to be crossed. Today, my goal is not to win a battle, but to have my voice heard.