Brown drowning in a sea of black

Black is one of my favorite colors to wear. It's slimming, it goes with just about everything, and it's a required color to like/wear if you're born into my family. Between my mom, sister, and I we could literally dress everyone in Wyoming in black. I'm thinking we deserve some sort of award for this but anyhow that's not the point of this story. And yes there is a point.

This was all before I started school, we will refer to this time as b.s. (before school or bullshit). At school I have to wear a uniform everyday. Ya, a uniform like a child. Guess what color my uniform is? We are required to wear a black shirt (with the school logo on it) and black pants or a black skirt (that has to be to your freaking knees, didn't realize I was going to grandma school).

Everyday. Every.single.day. Every.damn.day.

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It's literally killing my creative soul. Like I said, b.s. I would wear at least one piece of black clothing almost every day but I never wore black head to toe. For some crazy reason if I did I would never do it more than one day in a row. Each morning when I get up my new game is to figure out how to dress up my black standard issue fatigues. I've used earring, scarves, bracelets, and headbands. But each day it's getting harder and harder to figure out how to put my personal spin on it. I miss all my clothes in my closet. I miss color. I miss my heels!

If you have any ideas for me that would be great because black is my uniform for the next year. I do have some solitude though because we can wear any color shoes we want as long as they are suede or leather. There are rules on the shoes we can wear as well and you shouldn't try to jack with this rule like I did or your teacher will yell at you in front of the entire class. School is not my favorite place right now in case you were wondering.

It's going to be a long black year for this brown girl.