I went to a private arts school. We had to wear cloaks.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
In middle school, I wasn't allowed to wear makeup. I secretly bought Maybelline's SuperStay 24-hr. concealer at CVS. I thought it was the coolest thing in the world.
I used to sneak into my mother's closet and try to wear her lingerie to school.
I got into my very theatrical phase. I wore only black: a big black hat and wild hair and wild black clothes, and I carried a sword stick. I went there still looking like Miss Florida, and I came back looking very different.
I went to a Catholic School, and underneath my school uniform, I wore a metal shirt.
Where I went to school, Eton College, we had to wear dark trousers, a tailcoat, and a stiff, starched collar every day, and that was fine with me: Part of the reason I wanted to go there was because I've always loved dressing up.
I used to wear disguises, like hats and false beards, just to walk around and avoid attention.
I grew up wearing a uniform to school, and now I have my stylist come to my apartment and create outfits for me to wear. Otherwise, I'd never get dressed.
My mom dressed me in silk to go to elementary school. In kindergarten, they sent me home because I couldn't do finger painting in my dress.
I went to a Catholic school, so of course we had to wear uniforms. My only form of expression was in shoes and the style of my hair.
When I was sent to public school, I was relieved that I could wear what I wanted to wear.