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The Converse Milestone.



I remember the first time that I ever wore a pair of Converse. A boy from school saw them and started shouting 'punk shoes, punk shoes' as I walked along the street.

My school was heavily populated with South Asian children, they listened to Bollywood music, knew nothing but their own cultures and thus refused to accept anything outside of the norm. I was the weird one, the outsider. I listened to rock music, read books on the weekend. I wrote poetry in my spare time; I was not a part of them. 

But I wanted to fit in, I wanted to belong. 


I found myself questioning whether there was something wrong with me for liking these things, for being different.

However, when this boy yelled across the street at the shoes that I had been so ecstatic to purchase, I realised that none of it mattered. I loved my Converse and therefore his opinion was redundant. That was the moment that I accepted my individuality. That was the moment that I began to embrace my nuances. That was the moment that I truly realised that you had the responsibility of being who you were and nothing else. I didn't have to conform.

To me, Converse will always mark this milestone.

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