High school. Wow. Pretty glad I’m done with that hormonal heap of acne, flaky boyfriends and scrawny limbs! I actually moved back to Poland during high school in the small town of my father’s birthplace. My father being the only parental figure in my immediate family made him all the more protective thus I not only had to adhere to the tacky uniform code of the school, but even on weekends I was forced to wear no shorter than knee high tweed skirts! I can’t express strongly enough how much college has changed my life! I’d always secretly been in love with fashion, sneaking in Polish fashion magazines from the little corner store down the street and stuffing them under my bed. My dad never found out! He thought I was merely a good, obedient girl. But Lord knows I wasn’t. I would go to my older girlfriends’ houses, dress up in the more lenient clothing and sneak out to parties and to meet boyfriends. My father NEVER found out. Even though we have many fundamental belief differences…I love him to death and I wouldn’t want him to know about my passion for fashion because while he is a tad bit over-protective he single-handedly raised 3 girls! He earns some major props for that!
And so two years later, every time I go and visit him in Poland I pack my most modest set of clothing…nothing shorter than knee high tweed skirts ;)