I went to a school, a school with boys, strict rules and a lot of girls with poise. From an orthodox South Indian family with a school full of swagger, I was stuck in peer pressure which took me years to measure.
Keeping myself unfed, heating my curls to bed, got me nothing but ulcers, acnes and major damages in the end. From loose dad T-shirts to shorts and mini skirts because, that was the time of less is more and when orange was not the new black. The time when my transformation was welcomed like Mia’s from The Princess Diaries.
But being deluded with external beauty like any other teen helped. Insecurities shattered, confidence inflated and my friends circle swelled. In no time, I had to face reality. A design college, fashion design to be definite, was the reality i enjoyed.