Inside. Outside.

School Uniforms

"There we have it," I sighed to myself.

Here I was, standing in front of the bathroom mirror, staring across at my reflection. My hands reached up to my hair and attempted to pull the curly frizzy strands back but without any success. They stuck out instead. The mirror reflected my torso and I could only tiptoe if I wanted to see my back. I straightened my slouching back and puffed my chest. This uniform was getting small after all. Or was it my body growing? Either way, I needed to have another pair of uniform. My chest had grown compared to when it was pre-lockdown, and my thighs- oh goodness- started to shape my figure. It wasn't just the thighs, though. The glute too. I turned to see my back and
oh boy, what a nicely shaped backside. I withheld my giggle at the thought of me wearing the tight skirt to school. Afterwards, I stretched my arms to see if the shirt was tight as well.

I looked at myself then at the uniform and reminisced arriving home late for judo and for volunteer meetings at Flagstaff. The times I spent with my friends who were like family to me, the fits of laughter and the warm hugs we gave each other. The sun shining down at the snaky, tar-sealed road to school, the big and vacant playground. I missed the bustle and the noise, although I preferred the quiet.

I missed wearing the uniform most of all, because I didn't have much fancy clothes with me. Just casual, stay-at-home ones. The uniform I wore for 8 hours a day and 5 days a week sort of compensated for the lack of clothes I had. And it made me blend in to my school unnoticed, while it also made me stand out in places else, of-the-city, smart, unfamiliar. I missed how it felt and that itself was unsettling.

Snapping back to reality, I tucked my shirt out and began undressing. I glanced out the door and saw that no one was near. I proceeded. The shirt unbuttoned, the skirt unzipped. I let them fall off to the floor to pick up later.
There i stood and stared, as if it were ablaze in front of me. Lying and lifeless. Haphazard.

How long has it been, since I felt this nostalgic?
I've never felt warmed this way for so long yet it sickened me.

The past.
School uniforms just happened to be apart of it.