When I was in jrhigh there was a girl who wore plain clothes never anything fancy. It was due to a strict stepfather. When her mom divorced she took her out to buy new clothes and she finally got to wear what she wanted. Which was a shiny plastic like bright purple mini skirt with matching knee high boots and jacket and black leggings and a white blouse. Everyone made fun of it calling her a wanna be hooker and looking cheap. It was terrible they did it not to her face but where she could hear. I was in the office as an aid and she comes in asking to call her mom and she looked upset. So I tell her how I love her outfit and I wish I had as much courge as her to wear it. She smiled and asked me if I really liked it and I told her I did, she got all happy and told me about her mom buying it and why. She didn't call her mom and went back to class all happy. She wore it a few more times after that and honestly she did look good in it but it was because of her looking happy in it.
Thank you, goodbye.
Thank you, goodbye!