At Grade 12 I was working part time cleaning my grandmother's hospital. First time I wore some old agly clothes, and everyone was kind of looking at me on my way to the office. Then my grandmother called me and said: what are you wearing? She called another doctor, a young single university graduate: would you feel better looking at her? He said "no".
I was wearing high hills, dressed like a nurse, they didn't wear much underneath, was too hot, had my hair done twice a week. It was all the time I was cleaning hospital floors, throwing garbage, wiping office furniture..
