At the end of my first full week on the job, an older colleague told me I dressed like a box of crayons.

I’m still not sure if she intended it as a compliment. The first piece of my adult wardrobe I wore through completely was a pair of birthday-party-pink jeans I routinely combined with red sneakers. A few years later, my boss asked me if something was wrong. When, panicked, I asked her what she meant, she pointed out that I was wearing two primary colors–which had immediately presented cause for concern.

Published by Zakieh Amer

I'm a housewife, and mother of a 6 year old dog. I don't have kids.

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