JudyJB wrote:I can remember wearing a girdle, yes a girdle, when i was in high school, along with a garter belt to hold up nylons. And I weighed about 110 pounds.
What was I thinking!!
Geez, I wore a girdle, too, when I was in high school. I was about 130 pounds in those days, but I am tall (so sez me
). Talk about a torture device - OMG - the girdle things that held up the $$nylons$$ chafed, and I would have welts on my thighs by the end of the day.
And heels. I wore heels in high school. Why? To make me seem taller, I guess, although I already towered over most of the guys - who never gave me a second look, anyway. Small wonder I have back problems today.
My mother was a hairdresser (Barbie, you can stop reading right here
). I have mentioned before that she was always doing stuff with my hair, which I hated, but I had no say in the matter (which is why I wear my hair long - I never cut, curl or perm it. I mostly braid it, then put the braid as a bun on top of my head, but that is about it).
One summer when school was out, my mother (who always bleached her own hair blonde - she was naturally dark-headed, I honestly don't know what her natural hair color was because I never saw it) decided that I should be a blonde, too. So she bleached my hair blonde.
When I turned up at school with bleached-blond hair and dark roots that fall, the rumor quickly went around my high school that I was a whore (young teenaged girls didn't bleach their hair so much in those days). Some of the kids called me a whore to my face, but I just laughed at them.
To the extent that I had to take a paper around to all of my teachers to sign indicating the days that I was in attendance in their classes. I guess to be sure I wasn't going off during school hours somewhere to turn tricks.
Of course, none of the attendance records for one class matched the attendance records of another class (I know for a fact that several of the teachers never even bothered to take attendance on a daily basis), so, of course, it looked like I was ditching school. I wasn't. I was too scared of my parents to even think of such a thing.
Let me insert here that as a child and young woman I was basically a mouse. I am a bit better these days, but old habits do die hard.
I don't remember how, but eventually all of this just kind of blew over, especially since I was
known to be an unassuming mouse by my teachers. One or two even went to bat for me. Once my hair grew out back to it's natural color, everyone just lost interest and went on to the next "thing of the day".
I guess it's no surprise that, to this day, I can't stand anyone messing with my hair.
Anne