Skaters
My older sister was the ‘weirdo’ in the family. She soon started listening to loud music, wearing a cap and dressing like boys. At that time, I am talking about the 90s, it was not as common as now that everyone dresses as they want and that everything is mixed. Also, one day he came home with a skateboard deck. I had seen other boys skating, but never a girl, so it was a bit shocking: they were other times.
Although my parents are quite old-fashioned, I must say that they always left us quite free in many respects, especially when it came to dressing. I suppose they understood that fashion is a very important part of a teenager’s identity and they didn’t get into it. It is true that my mother once told her where she went with her pants half sagging, but what my mother did not know is that wearing the pants up to the armpits with braces was from when Humphrey Bogart.
In the end, my sister getting into the world of skating greatly influenced my adolescence. Since a lot of her clothes were quite ‘masculine’ like her unisex sneakers, I wore them a couple of years after her. And I also started to accompany her with the skateboard. I was hallucinating with the things she was capable of doing and did not understand how she did not wear any kind of protection for falls, something that I still do not understand from many skaters …
In the end I also took the skateboard, but on the third hard fall I told myself that this was not my thing. But I did like the world and I started getting into it, listening to that kind of music and dressing like the alternative ones on MTV, when MTV played music videos and not reality shows …
But over time, all that happened and my sister, once she finished college, changed a lot. She ditched the skateboard and changed her style: no more unisex sneakers and hats, but it was something that happened naturally, not because she changed friends or had new boyfriends. I guess he got tired. As for me, curiously, I was still very involved in all that and I still continue to dress with an alternative touch … which I suppose my mother still does not enjoy much.