I have owned this Aeropostale sweatshirt for probably...five years. And while my junior-high self REALLY wanted it...I soon went from being desperate to wear the "cool" brands that the "cool" girls wore, to absolutely loathing these stores' very existence. (Hollister being public enemy number one, followed by Abercrombie & Fitch, American Eagle, and Aeropostale.)I hated how all of these girls looked THE SAME with their flared jeans, fitted logo-boasting t-shirts, flips flops, lacy camisoles, and highlighted, straightened hair. I went out of my way to NEVER wear anything that could confuse me with these fashionized zombies (or...that's how they seemed at the time.)
Since the turbulent years of 8th-10th grade, I have forgotten about these supposed social barriers that my mind created between the haves and the have nots. I wore this sweatshirt the other day. It was really comfortable. I'm not afraid of being judged anymore; I realize no one is shallow enough or even cares enough to pay attention to trivial things like the brand of my sweatshirt. Not in the real world, at least.
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