Are you in the army now?

You cannot judge a book by its cover, my mother always said. However, growing up I found that you could tell a thing or two about people by what they wore. Like everyone else, I have gone through various stages of shedding, starting with sneakers that were far too big for me and a fringe that covered my face so I did not have to look at the ridiculous shoes below my nose. Then there was that period when I insisted on revealing my wobbly knees through expensive jeans that were consciously ripped and t-shirts that had all the wrong color combinations on them.

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