Trinidad is a place where the great majority of people are very fashion-conscious and even if they don't follow the latest international trends, hot off the runways and catwalks of the world, they'll at least do their best to look good in what they're wearing. Clothes fit properly, outfits go well together, hair is kempt, shoes are stylish, etc. Of course, that's a broad statement and quite a generalisation, but it's the sense I've gotten over the past two-ish years I've lived here.
I've adapted myself, even, I'll be honest. I will never forget the time a friend told me the number one thing that made me stand out as a foreigner was that I was always dressed oh so comfortably. So, over time, my jeans have gotten a little bit tighter, my shoes a little bit "cuter" and my shirts and tops a little more figure-hugging, less flowy. Not by much, but they have.
Can you imagine the fun I'm having now that none of my stuff fits right anymore and on top of that, because we've known that for a while, it's now too warm to wear the kind of shirt that my suspenders could go under? That's a bad thing, I know, that I'm constantly losing my pants, but that's not the point I'm making. Involuntarily, my style has now turned into something even less "appropriate" than back in those first months.
I turn heads when I walk around campus in my 1990s dork clothes. Some people look like they're genuinely offended by my appearance, because it's the complete opposite of what any girly magazine would recommend.
I'm not going to tell you I don't notice those looks.
And I'm not going to tell you they don't affect me.
Because they do.
I revel in them!