@rhiannon-redfox asked for another embarrassing childhood story.
I was a “tomboy” growing up, which now I think is a stupid term used to shame young people who don’t fit into traditional gender roles...but here we are.
In 2nd grade, I was wearing a dress for the first time in my young, potty-trained life. It was this brown corduroy number with buttons all up the front. I probably wore a long sleeve white turtle neck under it. It was the 90s; fashion was stellar.
Anyway, I waited a little too long to ask my teacher to go to the bathroom, so when I got in there, it was an emergency. Because I hadn’t ever worn a dress before, I didn’t know you could just lift the thing up, pull your undies down and go. I tried to undo all of the buttons, but it took too long. I wet myself with my dress halfway unbuttoned, and then I had to redo all of the buttons before I could go out. I had to go to the nurses office to get new undies (because apparently elementary schools have a stash for this reason). I couldn’t bring myself to go back to class. My mom came and got me, and she laughed a little when I told her. She explained to me the whole pulling the dress up thing, and I remember even at 7 or whatever being like “oh my god, emily, you fucking idiot. That is the most obvious solution.”
I didn’t wear a dress or skirt again until my last day of 6th grade because my mom made me.
Little em. This was probably kindergarten em, but I’m not sure.
6th grade graduation em. In a skirt my mom forced me to wear. (Pink with red!? Who picked that outfit?!) My friend who is to my left, passed this year. I miss her dearly.
