- upon starting a new, full-time job in the office I’d worked in for three years, being told my leggings were inappropriate. when I wore tights instead, I was told I could wear leggings but my dresses and skirts were too short.

- my boss making the same comment every time she noticed my outfit, “you must be having so much fun shopping now that you have a full-time job”. I looked good before this shitty job and I’ll look good long after.

- one day I wore red framed glasses with the lenses popped out because they were the perfect accent to my outfit and face. an older white who I used to report to asked, ‘did you get new glasses?’ when I told her they were for fashion, she responded, ‘oh. I didn’t think you were the kind of girl who would do something like that. I thought you were smarter than that”.

- one morning I went to work with my hair exceptionally bouncy/curly. a group of white women were standing at the front desk and my boss commented on how fun my hair was. I told them, ‘I think of my hair as a fancy hat I wear every day’ and they all laughed. my boss told me, ‘you’re so fun! what a breath of fresh air!’

- my previous supervisor (an older white woman) telling me how she doesn’t understand why I wear dresses and how she hates them so much, how pants are more freeing.

- my new boss, an older southern white woman, telling me pants are better than leggings, while staring at my leggings. and then telling me my leggings look good, though.

- being forced to walk around upper campus for three hours, complete with never ending stairs, with my two white coworkers (older white woman and straight white dude in his 30s) and having to put up with comments like, “this is good exercise!” and “she might not make it!” followed by obnoxious laughter and weird banter about my parole officer from the white guy.

- being told by the white guy I work with that he can tell I’m not an ‘outdoor’ girl.