Everybody in my family dresses differently. My mom dresses for work in beautiful, blue blouses and pretty, patterned pants. Like receiving 100% on a math test. My dad dresses for work with polos or button downs that obey the rules of the classroom like a straight A student. My brother dresses like the fans at a sports game. His shirt will tell you which team plays tonight screaming from the sideline. My other brother dresses like a paint can dropped on the floor. His soft, gray shirt and saggy gray sweatpants announce they don't care. I dress with my emotions. Cardigans come with a smile and sweatpants come with a slouch. Yet, by the end of the day we all dress the same in soft sweatshirts, snuggly sweatpants, and slippery socks.