The Plights of Fashion - A Poem

A Prose Poem by Jamie Marie Torres

I’ve worn a uniform all my life. From second grade to senior year, I wore what the Holy Trinity asked me to wear. I wore penny loafers and wool sweaters and plaid skirts rolled up at the waist. There used to be knee-high socks, but my sister assured me only freshmen and exchange students wear those. Perhaps I should change that sentence to “I wore what the Holy Trinity and Kelly told me to wear.”

Going to college was an exciting prospect for the fashionista in me. I had all these nice clothes and nowhere to wear them. But I did not expect how time-consuming choosing your clothes would be. Do I wear my docs or my vans? Does this sweater go with this skirt? No. Or is it the blouse that’s ruining the image? Perhaps if I wear my hair up today? What necklace would work best? Oh great, now I have to do the laundry AGAIN.

Perhaps there were some benefits to a uniform. I do miss my letterman sweater