I have unusual legs. Although I prefer to call them interesting or special, most students that I walk past during my 10 minute breaks between a management class and another management class might just so happen to categorize my legs under “unusual”. While other people daringly bare their nice flesh colored appendages, my legs are lemony yellow or hot Barbie pink. Some days they even have stripes or polka dots. Like a mood ring, my legs change colors on an almost daily basis making them a truly unusual aspect about me.
See, I have a strange love for tights. Red tights, blue tights, turquoise cable tights, metallic patterned tights, Tylenol colored sheer purple tights, or classic black opaque tights – name any color, style, texture or pattern and a very similar pair probably dwells in the bottomless pits of my dorm wardrobe. Tights have become such an integrated part of my personal style that my friends can automatically tell me apart from the rest of the student body based on my colorful legs. The magical aspect about wearing tights is not only their ability to keep my legs warm on a chilly LA day, but their ability to display my personality, my life, and my dreams with a simple stroke of color on my legs.
My love of color and passion for art are definitely two catalysts in the evolution of my unusual legs. Whenever I am asked my favorite color, I always respond with the color “rainbow”. While some may say my answer is not a real color, I beg to differ. I appreciate all colors equally and fully. Colors have been my lifelong friends ever since I learned to color in a coloring book. Picking one over all others would surely be betrayal at its worst. Wearing tights gives me the ability to display the rainbow on my legs. They quietly scream to the world, or on a microcosmic scale, to UCLA, that I love color, that I am an artist, that I am a fashion renegade and that I am one creative force you don’t want to mess with. I don’t think of the world in black and white, or even grey - I think of the world in rainbow.
Whenever I enter a classroom, I always find myself as the only one with unusual colorful legs. Initially, I always feel out of place, but as I sit down on the cushy seats with my legs in front, my awkwardness fades. I display a sense of pride in my difference and uniqueness from others. While a majority of my classmates in economics or management classes have big dreams of succeeding in the financial world, my big dream has always been to succeed in the fashion world. I dream of someday starting my own line and my own business. Although my career goals may be different from the rest of my classmates, like them, I will nonetheless always retain the valuable knowledge from my academic classes.
In the end, I am okay with having by legs being labeled as unusual. Honestly, I would even prefer being labeled as unusual because that is what I am. I am the quiet girl with the loud legs who sits in the corner of her Intermediate Accounting class that has a brain blossoming with imagination and innovative ideas. When the professor is covering operating and capital leases on machinery and buildings, I am the one thinking of whether my future fleet of industrial sewing machines and seventh story atelier studio would fall under an operating or capital lease.
This was my essay for an accounting related scholarship hence all the little accounting plugs.
This is also a post to distract readers while I finish writing another post and cleaning up my junk room.
