Do you remember an article of clothing that took on special significance for you while you were growing up?
It might have been a pair of cowboy boots, the dress that made you feel like a princess, the sweater you were forced to wear that brought the wrong kinds of attention, or a hat that was your signature piece of clothing. Maybe a T-shirt you couldn’t live without. Because the emotions that arose when you’re that special article of clothing.
One’s clothing is ones identity. My clothes have failed me. When I needed a new jacket my mother asked what kind I wanted. We were in the kitchen and there was steam on the windows from her cooking. She listen so long wall strained her that I thought she understood for sure what I wanted. The next day when I got home from school, I discovered on my bedpost a jacket the color of day old guacamole. I approached the jacket slowly and it seem like if I want to shake of random strangers hand. From the kitchen my mother yelled that my jacket was in the closet. I close the door to her voice and pulled the rack of clothes in the closet, hoping the jacket on the bedpost wasn’t for me but my mean brother. I stared at the jacket. I want to cry because it was so ugly and so big that I knew I’d. Have to wear it for a long time. I was a small kid. Very thin, and it would be years before I’d have a new one. I stare of the jacket, I can enemy, thinking bad things before I took off my old jacket who sleeves climbed halfway to my elbow. I zipped it up and down several times and rolled the cups up. I put my hands in the pocket and flap the jacket like bird wings. I sat on the bed and sit against the bed and call my hair. I looked ugly. I threw my brothers bed and looked at it for a long time before I slipped and on and went to the kitchen to tell my mom thank you. That was the first afternoon with my new jacket. The next day I work to six grade and got a D on my math quiz. My best friend eat an apple while looking at me in the girls turned away to was from the monkey bars. The teachers were no help they look my way talk to Felicia looked in my new jacket. I saw their heads Bob with laughter their hands half covering their mouth’first afternoon with my new jacket. The next day I work to six grade and got a D on my math quiz. My best friend eat an apple while looking at me in the girls turned away to was from the monkey bars. The teachers were no help they look my way talk to hopefully she’ll looked in my new jacket. I saw their heads Bob with laughter their hands half covering their mouths. Even though it was cold, I took off the jacket during lunch and play kickball with a thin shirt. But when I return to class this clip the jacket on and shivered until I was warm.
Finally one, I slid out of the jacket but a few minutes later put it back on when the fire bell rang. And so it went, and my guacamole jacket. Even the girls who had been friendly blew away to follow the boys in the neat jackets.i hated my jacket.
When I was done with school and I got home there was my dogs. They were so happy to see me. They did not even care that my jacket was ugly. They loved me for me. That is when I realized it did not matter what I wore as long as I was confident in who I was. I wore that jacked because it symbolized that I love my mom. And that is nothing to be ashamed of. Dogs teach you great things in life.