Written for my 7th grade English unit on poetry.
All about my developing fashions through the years and opportunities the way I dress have brought me.
(NOTE: I'm considered the 'fashionista' of my school now... but I do have a dark past involving tie-die and basketball shorts)
Let's start at the beginning,
like most stories do,
of little old me,
at the mere age of 2.
Dressed for Halloween,
I was literally buzzing,
in my little bee suit that earned me a nickname.
A year or two later a carnival party is held,
involving clowns for some unknown reason,
Suppress the memory.
Skip ahead a few years,
and try not to cringe at my penchant for pink.
Obsessed as I was
I had a pink room,
and I even went so far as to have a pink party!
Luckily this ended a few years later,
and only recently have I been able to view pink with
anything but disgust.
My school years continued with pretty pastels,
but I yearned for the colours of bright, wild flowers.
during the 2nd grade I think,
I dropped the facade and became the brighter version of me!
I was still in the phase where I adored skirts and dresses,
but I quickly grew out of that as the years progress.
Skip ahead to 5th grade,
something dreadful has happened!
Izzy has cut off her hair and begun wearing tie-dye!
She has arrived into 5th,
shiny and new,
wearing the clothes of a boy,
and the hairstyle, too!
Oh, the horror!
With her surfer girl hair and her dreadful new clothes!
It's a shameful time in my past,
this girl that you see,
it's a time in my life I only look upon
In the next year or two
I find my true calling,
in the shape of the blue beauty
of a Marshalls sign glowing.
The store it is loaded to the brim with cheap designer brands
(if this isn't free advertising,
I'm not sure what is!)
But when I first found this beckon
off the trail I did fall.
With just one year of darkness,
I earned the nickname of goth,
though with my cheery personality I was anything but.
The next year began with sleek lines,
But quickly changed to outfits that took far more time.
I am pleased with my dresses.
Hopefully it won't turn into another memory of my huge fashion messes!