she wore her clothes for the sole purpose of not being naked. she didn't care about looks. she wore shapeless baggy jeans with a shapeless baggy tee and ***** old sketchers. and yet she was the most beautiful girl to walk the halls. her stringy brown hair curtained her face and it was clear of any makeup. she was so real. so true. so confident in her own skin. she didn't care about the opinions of others. and oh were there opinions. they called her ugly. they called her a loser. the called her weird. and yet i was so jealous of her. of her ability to dress however. to never wear makeup. to never style her hair. to not even care what people think. it seems like people dress me. i have to wear what they like. i have to wear makeup. i have to straighten my naturally curly hair. i have to wear a mask. meanwhile she wore her clothes for the sole purpose of not being naked.