Going through my closet every day looking for something to wear, I can only find skirts and dresses. As a little girl, my mother would always dress me in a navy-blue uniform dress or skirt with tights and boots. I would tell my classmates I would dress this way because I was forced by my mother but, I only said that to cover up the real reason. I was afraid of being made fun of and I felt as though everyone made assumptions about me because I dressed differently, instead of getting to know my personality. Growing up in a religious home as a young girl, my parents instilled in me a strong basis of religion. I would wear skirts and dresses, go to church with my parents, pray, and sing religious songs. While I loved my religion, I didn’t appreciate
