One of the reasons I love my job is that the kids and parents literally don’t give a single fuck what I wear or how I look.
I wear a uniform at both of my jobs, neither are really flattering, but I feel similarly to how I felt in high school. I love uniforms because they remind me that I am not where I am to look good; I am there to work. I am not a fan of catholic school overall, but I think they had that right at least.
In college I had a hard time leaving my dorm for class because I couldn’t find clothes that didn’t make me hate myself and my body. In high school it was never an issue and now I just really enjoy wearing a uniform again.
Also I haven’t washed my hair in three days which is why I began typing this ridiculous post on my phone in the first place. Woooooo I’m so gross and no one even cares.