So now I was a self-made popularity queen - every day was a great one because I felt like I had talent.
I was arrogant and stopped worrying about my size.
Bah - I will have another skirt made for senior high school.
Come to that - I'll have the shirts made too!
My friend's mother can take a pattern from a shirt my mum has worn and it'll fit great!
The fact that my shirts were made from plain dyed sheets and with a couple of long poles could have been a pastel yellow camping ground was beside the point.
Ecstasy, thy name is being cool and liked by people who hated you before.