The beauty inside

In my town, everything's the same. The people, all prim and proper and perfect.
The houses, the lawns all matched identically, and they were all the same color base.
The style of clothing, everyone wore new clothes, all of them looked like they had been bought the day before.
Everything was the same.
Except for me.
I had old clothes that read, "Riley" all across it. Me and my family are different, unordinary. But we are good people, just no one seems to know.