The Chateau Diaries #318 Two buck chuck and pork belly under a dingy 80-year-old tent. Sounds elegant.

[C'est moi]

I sort of know of this feeling...
During my childhood in the 90's my mother through depression and narc tendencies dressed me constantly in polyester/cotton tracksuits.
Even during warm summer days and all the other children wore t-shirts and shorts, I was forced down into my tracksuit.
I'll never forget the look a boy gave me as he saw me walk out the schoolbus wearing long sleeves and trousers sweating profusely in the summer heat, as he wore t-shirt and shorts.

To day I only wear tracksuits in the gym, I'd prefer nudity over tracksuits, that's how much I dislike them.

I know this feeling too. For any family parties, going out to dinner (exceptionally rare), travelling, I had to wear my school uniform. This was right up until mid secondary school, so about 13 or 14. If I wasn't wearing school uniform, it was dresses my mother had run up on the sewing machine truly believing they were shop quality. My mother cut my hair in what she called a "page boy" style but was, in fact, a pudding bowl cut. As an ado, I had exceptionally greasy hair but was only allowed to wash it once a week! I never had anything but stout, brown lace up school shoes with ½ inch heels. I used to stay with my grandmother for most of the summer holidays and the 1st week was spent buying me trendy shoes and clothes. It was the end of the 60's into the mid 70's. On return home the clothes would be taken away and got rid of. She made me incredibly self conscious of my body that it became too embarrassing and painful to change in public places. Then I rebelled big time! And every now and then I hear questions from her like - I wonder where I went wrong? She did her absolute utmost to make me unattractive.

 

[Jeeves]

I don't know much about Trinity College of Music but I didn't imagine that it would be any kind of degree that she got. I thought it was maybe a one year course ending in some kind of diploma. I wouldn't imagine she had studied music for any length of time. I think the Oxford Bachelor hoods are normally white but I am not absolutely sure. I know Masters hoods vary in colour according to the subject. The garb in the photo looks to me more like an Oxford Bachelors outfit! There are, of course, fancy dress shops where similar outfits can be hired.

Post graduate Certificate in voice from Trinity Laban. Most post grad certs graduate in academic dress (eg. Post grad cert in Education for graduate teachers who will have a second graduation ceremony on completion of further study).

 

[billybudd]

I sort of know of this feeling...
During my childhood in the 90's my mother through depression and narc tendencies dressed me constantly in polyester/cotton tracksuits.
Even during warm summer days and all the other children wore t-shirts and shorts, I was forced down into my tracksuit.
I'll never forget the look a boy gave me as he saw me walk out the schoolbus wearing long sleeves and trousers sweating profusely in the summer heat, as he wore t-shirt and shorts.

To day I only wear tracksuits in the gym, I'd prefer nudity over tracksuits, that's how much I dislike them.

I have a friend who, via polycystic ovary disease, was big as a child and grew up to be a bearded lady. Not easy.
Her mother, the narc of five husbands, used to drop her off at Overeaters Anonymous meetings, aged 11 or 12. And throw her away in other ways so as not to interfere with her elaborate love life.
My friend's gender is femme, and she likes butchy women. She and her -- married partner, I don't know how they identify -- spouse bonded over a book I dote upon (tho plainest of hets) because Yemaya is my goddess. It's called The Deep: The Extraordinary Creatures of the Abyss, and it's photographs of the angels who live at 10K feet and below. It's for everyone who grew up in a track suit, or a third culture kid like me, or anybody who thinks the ocean is their mama. Mami Wata. Highly recommended.

Third culture kid - Wikipedia

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[ComtesseRose]

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