(Portrait of Sylvia Plath)
In 1963, I flattened my hair into a pageboy, took to wearing only black, burgundy, gray, brown and navy straight skirts with white blouses and cardigans. No patterns. I wore oxford shores with dark stockings.
In Philadelphia it was called dressing conservative (although it had nothing to do with politics) and I think it came out of the parochial schools. The boys cut their hair like the Beatles and dressed similarly. Why, I have no idea. Did you adopt a style of dress to fit in with a group of teenagers at that age? Or were you secure enough to be yourself? Have you ever conformed to a style that was not particularly yours? How far did you go to fit in?