10/21/2023 0 Comments Mindy project halloween costumes![]() One year, I convinced my mom to let me wear a blue salwar khameez to school and tried to tell everyone I was Princess Jasmine.Įxcept all the girls in my class cornered me and made it very clear that:ġ) It wasn’t the right shade of blue and 2) It could never be a *TRUE* Jasmine costume without the head piece, duh.Īnother time I wrapped a bunch of toilet paper around my arms and neck, claiming to be a Mummy. In my attempt to avoid becoming a total social pariah, I would try to come up with artful ways to dress up without my parents realizing. This was paramount to my social standing at school, because I was already the weird brown kid in 1990s Chicago suburbia ,who didn’t eat pepperoni, had parents who (per my classmates) sounded “funny,” and always brought off brand Fruit-Roll Ups aka “Fruity Juice Papers” to lunch. ![]() So when Halloween came around each year, while other kids were creatively trying to come with costumes, I was trying to come with creative excuses as to why I was the only person in my class who wasn’t wearing one. There’s also the fact that Halloween is not cheap, and desi parents would never ever spend $50 on a Halloween costume, especially ones for their fifth grader who would grow out of the outfit by the end of the year, or in my tall sister’s case, the end of the night. Sure, free donut samples at a gas station in the sketchiest corner of Houston was okay, but talk about taking accepting Halloween candy from neighbors that we had known for years and it was all “ Astahgfirullah!” this, and “Losing our culture!” that. You would think that at least the free candy aspect of it would be okay with him given that it was, you know FREE, and he usually would jump for joy at free things. Our dad was a conservative Muslim who thought that Halloween and everything related to it was a gigantic middle finger to our religion. So I guess you could say that Halloween left me feeling, well, hollow. From the ages of 5-12, it was a deep feeling of lacking. Ya’ll, I threw a cape over my alum hoodie and called it a great Harry Potter costume.īut in my childhood, Halloween would especially remind me of not having a dad who was “cool” enough to let us trick or treat. The metabolism for all the eating from trick or treating.The mild inclination for wearing aforementioned slutty costume.The body for that slutty science professor costume.The discipline to make that crazy original straight-from-pinterest DIY costume.The money for that awesome group costume.Each year, Halloween is a reminder to me of all the things I don’t have.
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