Surprise! I went to Catholic School for the greater part of my childhood, and after giving it some thought, and most definitely after being home over the holiday's with friends from this era, it has a lot more to do with who I am today, than I can begin to admit.
Something about growing up wearing a uniform, that's side effects have me still reeling to buy new shoes and clothes any chance I can get. Something about feeling unjustly provocative if I dare step out in a crop top - I've been rebelling? - or short-shorts. Ah, the guilt. The stigma! Consequently, this was also the place where in my pleated skirt and oxford shirt, I learned the importance of less being more. I learned that keeping it simple, focusing less on what you looked like and more on how you felt was just the bottom line of all things. The notion that all a girl needs is feel like a bad-ass to look like one?