cardi: target, top: ross, skinnies: tjmaxx, flats: TOMS, bracelet: rocky point, Earrings: the limited, purse: gifted
Mom finished taking and said "It was up at that church camp thing. Remember?"
Of course I remembered that awkward experience.
So during the summer our church has a program called EFY (Especially For Youth) where a bunch of kids ages 12-18 come for a week, have assigned groups, play, learn and grow.
At EFY they have a specific dress code that you must abide by, you know modest clothing, no low shirts sleeves must be at least a little bit passed your shoulders, shorts must come to your knees.
You catch my drift.
So there was one day where I had on a pink Abercrombie shirt, it looked like this but it was all one color.
And I looked really cute with my hair curled, I had cute pants on and a really cute undershirt that had rhinestones on it... I just looked cute.
We were lining up to head out for the day and my group counselor comes up to me and says
"You might have to change your shirt, it's a little bit low cut."
My thoughts included:
First of all, I would never, in a million years even try and look sexy, for real --it's just not my style.
Second, did you not just see the other girl in our group, you say mine is too low cut, but hers isn't??
Third, are you wanting me to change so I don't look cuter than you?
Fourth, I don't have anything that is going to hang out of my shirt, I'm 17 and am shaped like a boy.
It was such an awkward experience because I felt like everyone was staring at me while she was calling me out.
We sat there for a little bit, I said something, but I don't remember what, and she didn't make me change. Yet.
We head out to meet up with the boys in our group to do our morning discussion.
Once we split off into our groups my counselor comes up to me and says "Okay, I've decided that you are going to have to change."
So we get up, mind you everyone in the group is there even the boys, and she escorts me back to my room to change!
As soon as I come back everyone surrounds me like I was just escorted back from the principals office or something.
I tell them what happened, they get confused, I brush it off and that was it.
That one time I got dress coded.