13 times school dress codes made young women ashamed of their bodies 

It’s back to school season in America, which unfortunately also means a return to infuriating and overzealous dress code enforcement in schools across the country. Case in point: Over the past few weeks around 200 Staten Island students have received detention for violating their school’s dress code. What do almost all of those students have in common? A full 90% were girls.

This is one fashion trend that needs to end immediately. Here are 13 prime examples of the ways young girls have been shamed and even sexualized by school dress codes.

8. Female students forced to prove their dresses fit properly

#15 - I'll Tell You Again, When You're Older


[Just in Love With You : One Shot Series]

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The light chill of early morning came through the large french doors of your bedroom. His eyes shot open, only the beginning light of the early sun and the still glowing light of the late moon, shining light onto the walls. His heart raced with every second of the faint cries he could hear coming from down the hall. Even after 2 weeks he hadn’t got used to the thought of her crying, even if there was no problem, just a diaper change, a quick feeding, or maybe she just wanted a cuddle. Very much like her father in that sense. 

His feet hit the plush carpet as he glided his feet to the door, catching a glimpse of you over his shoulder, still snuggled under the covers, not leaning onto his side of the bed for warmth with his body gone, before gently pulling the door shut and hustling to her room. 

With how much work could take him away in the future he didn’t want to waste a minute he had in the present. Every chance he had to scoop her up, clean her messes or sooth her cries he did. It was a bonus for him, he got precious time with his new baby girl and he let you rest, making sure you were taken care of was something always on his mind. You were absolutely exhausted the first few days home, understandably.

He quietly pushed the door to the nursery open, flicking on the small lamp across the room. The pink glow only echoed with the light. 

He found Darcy, stretched out on her back, fists balled in the air, feet stretched upward, her entire body seemingly scrunched. 

"Hey baby whats a’matter?" he cooed, reaching down to gingerly scoop up his little girl, holding her securely in his arms. Her whimpers quieted a little, before picking back up again. "Shh, shh," he murmured, swaying a little.

Once she was nestled in the crook of his strong arms, her cries soothed. Her body relaxing and her lips bubbling. 

He made his way to plush rocking chair in the corner, his feet plopping up onto the rocking foot stool.** He readjusted Darcy onto his chest, her head falling perfectly into the crook between his neck and his collar bone. He gently ran his fingers along her back, before placing his hand squarely over it. Still so small, his fingers spanned further wide than she was. Any small cries she still had in her drifted away as she fell back into sleep. 

He could see the last glow off the moon escaping the backyard that Darcy’s window overlooked. He thought about putting her back in her crib, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. So he sat there, gliding back and forth, keeping her securely against him. 

"You know Darce" he glanced down to the still sleeping baby, expecting a response, "I will always be here when you need me, even if you think you don’t." he patted her back once more, "When you’re a toddler and want a bed time story, we can pick one out together, when you’re a little bit older we can read bigger books, like Harry Potter if they’re still around," giggling to himself at the thought of a book he loved so much as a child, and passing it on, years later. 

You rolled further onto his side of the bed, your fingertips feeling a rush of air when they slid over the edge, the sheets now cold. You had one guess at where he was. You slide you feet into your, soft white slippers, grabbing Harry’s jumper on the way down the hall. You could hear him quietly talking to Darcy, his voice low and rhythmic. He was speaking just loud enough for you to hear from outside the cracked door.

"And when you’re even older and a teenager, we can stay up late watching movies and eating popcorn, until you want to talk about what ever is bothering you. If you’re lucky you’ll be like your mum" you took a step inside the room, quietly guiding your feet along the carpet, his gaze still focused out the window and his hand still placed on the small body resting against him, "she’s so understanding, and can pull anything out of me, and knows when to leave until the right time"

You’re heart fluttered, imagining him, his hair a little grayer, his voice a little deeper and a little more wise, carrying popcorn upstairs and sitting by the door until she let him in, and once she did he would put his arm around her and throw on that movie that makes them both laugh real belly laughs. 

Before she was born whenever you pictured Darcy grown up she changed every time, one time she would have your hair and his eyes another she wouldn’t like anything like either one of you, just like herself. But now. Having held her in your arms, and memorized every feature for the past two weeks, you knew she would be just like him. She already had small dimples, you could only imagine growing with her, her eyes were just starting to gain their color, and they were headed towards that striking green that you looked into every night to say ‘I love you’. 

"Being like you would be pretty good to ya know" you kept your voice quiet, not daring to wake the sleeping baby. 

He jumped at the sound, the break in the sound of just his voice and the hum of the heater. You worked your way over to the chair that he was nicely sunken into. You placed a kiss onto the side of Darcy’s head, hearing her soft sighs in between breaths. You lifted your head just slightly meeting his forehead, leaving your lips there for a moment. It was an unspoken, ‘thank you,’ unspoken gratitude for the amazing husband he already was and amazing father he had become in 2 weeks time. 

He reached for your hand, gently pulling you onto the chair with him, your legs hanging off his knees, letting your feet dangle and allowing your slippers to fall to the floor. You rested your head in the other nook of his neck, kissing where his neck met his shoulder, softly. His free arm fell around your knees, keeping you secure in the chair, on his lap. 

"What were you both just talking about?" you rested your hand over his, that was still placed on Darcy, feeling the warmth of his skin. 

Leaning his neck down, just to see she was still there, “Just a small chat about her growing up,” 

"Don’t let me interrupt" you snuggled further down, your ear leaning against his chest, your hand slipping away from his to wrap around his waist.

"Like I was sayin Darce, your mum knows just when words are needed, good luck lyin to her, she’ll get ya" a chuckle escaping his lips, "We’ll both always be here, whenever you need us. During the laughs and the tears, because you are our baby no matter how big you grow up to be" you stretched your neck to meet the line of his jaw, his gaze reaffixed on the trees that the sun was beginning to hit outside. 

His voice started to slow, sinking further into his throat. You’re eyes were already falling shut, warmed by the fabric of his green jumper ** and his body.

Darcy started to grow restless again, still trapped under the large hand of her father. She let out a series of short cries, pulling you from your slumber, your face still pressed against Harry’s chest, his eyes still shut.  

You pulled yourself up, climbing drowsily off of the glider, rubbing your eyes and softly pulling Darcy out from under his warm hand.

His body reacted to the movement, no matter how hard you could have tried, he was attached to her and needed to constantly make sure she was okay. His eyes adjusted to the light, the sun now cascading down the walls. 

"Shhh, babe go get in bed, go back to sleep" your hushed as you ran your fingers through his hair, 

He pulled himself to his feet, wrapping his arms behind you, resting his chin on your head. 

"If my girls are up, I’m up" his voice still heavy with sleep. All you could do was nod, he was stubborn this way, but you weren’t complaining. "Got to finish tellin Darce about her growin’ up remember?" He began to turn you around in his hands,

"Whatever you say," you reached up to kiss his cheek, his eyes still barely open

"I love you," he murmured.

You pressed your lips into his curls. “I love you too.”

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