A Quote by Sutton Foster

When I was growing up, everyone dressed the same. You had to have bootcut pants and chunky heels. — © Sutton Foster
When I was growing up, everyone dressed the same. You had to have bootcut pants and chunky heels.
A trick for looking taller is to wear a top and pants in the same color family - and to hide heels underneath the pants!
But as I stood there dressed in a cute black pants suit and white button-up shirt and heels, I felt completely out of place. Not necessarily because of the clothes, but…I just don’t belong there. I can’t put my finger on it, but that Monday and the rest of that week when I woke up, got dressed and walked into that store, something was itching the back part of my consciousness. I couldn’t hear the actual words, but it felt like: This is your life, Camryn Bennett. This is your life.
The world expected girls to pluck and primp and put on heels. Meanwhile, boys dressed in rumpled T-shirts and baggy pants and misplace their combs, and yet you were suppose to fall at their feet? Unacceptable.
I like to move fast, and wearing high heels was tough, and low heels with a skirt is unattractive. So pants took over.
I wear chunky sneakers all the time. I cannot walk in heels.
I've always experimented with my look. Growing up, I thought it was so weird that people dressed alike and all bought the same things.
I'm not sure if it's cause I'm getting old, but my heels have to be 3.5 inch or less, or a chunky heel.
[Piper] rushed to get dressed. By the time she got up on deck, the others had already gathered—all hastily dressed except for Coach Hedge, who had pulled the night watch. Frank’s Vancouver Winter Olympics shirt was inside out. Percy wore pajama pants and a bronze breastplate, which was an interesting fashion statement. Hazel’s hair was all blown to one side as though she’d walked through a cyclone; and Leo had accidentally set himself on fire. His T-shirt was in charred tatters. His arms were smoking.
I always knew where I needed to go but I sometimes had a problem getting there, so I had to work harder at it. Once in a while I'd wanna take off the blouse and heels because I'd get that "I just wanna be a guy" feeling I had when growing up.
Pride was the belt you used to hold your pants up when you had no pants.
I had thought that growing up's consolation was that you could escape from the arbitrariness of things, that somehow one acquired more control. Now you had two numbers until you were ninety-nine. And it wasn't true. Growing up was just more of the same but taller. What happened was all luck. There was no logic.
Rock never meant the same thing to everyone, but when I was growing up in the late seventies, everyone could identify the five, ten bands that formed the center.
At one school I visited, everyone had read 'Halo,' and they were all dressed up as angels - with halos!
I've gotten to that point where I'm so used to being sweaty, wearing pants, and sitting like a guy in boots. When I'm dressed up and people are touching me up and doing the whole thing, I'm less comfortable with that.
Everyone goes through their stuff when they are growing up. It's all relative. Everyone has the same situations on their menu. We just make the choices in terms of what situations we're going to eat.
But it's funny growing up, because everyone treats you - as twins growing up, everyone treats you like you're one person a lot of times, which can be frustrating. But then I think we embraced that when we were young.
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