A knee peeks through a gaping hole where jean fabric has been torn away. Ratty pant-cuffs grind under my filthy shoes as I casually strut my way down the sidewalk. The sound of a wallet-chain banging repeatedly against my leg gives rhythm to movement. A shirt, far too large for a child of nine, drapes down sloppily to my sides, presenting the name of the music that influenced it all, Nirvana. As the initiators of …showed first 75 words of 980 total…

…showed last 75 words of 980 total…my past, though, I have gained a sort of self-confidence in most situations. Although I keep a critical mind on any subject, I learned to maintain a certain level of social decency in conversation. However, in accordance with a rebellious past, I try to maintain an unbiased and open perspective, keeping aware of outside influences. Therefore, with the two extremes under my belt, I have found a happy median of presenting myself through my clothing.