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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/rosepriestess26 on 2024-11-05 00:33:53+00:00.

It’s something I say all the time. I’ve got the goody-two shoes reputation, which is mostly true, but I also tend to be creative.

One of my favorite instances was from my senior year of high school. Take into account, I’m already a legal adult at this point, and am going to be moving out in a few months anyway as soon as college starts. But as long as you’re still in high school, you’re still a kid, at least as far as the teachers are concerned. Hell, they even had us getting our parents permission for slips and stuff like that. Not exactly a great way to prepare us for the world, but I digress.

I had started a job at a local vet clinic over the summer. I mainly acted as the go-for, grabbing things from the back, folding laundry, filing, and what have-you. I’ve always been a bit of a compulsive savor, and many of my paychecks went straight into being able to afford senior trip when it finally came around.

There are a few things you have to understand about my hometown before I continue on with this story. One, it was incredibly small (less than 2000 people) and also very religious. This meant that, even though we went to a public school, there were still a lot of strange rules to follow, and you best believe that dress code was sexist. Two, there were only a few people in my grade that actually cared, and thus we were the only ones who actually WANTED to go on the senior trip. The rest of the class was pretty annoyed at having to take their finals a week early, but it’s really their loss for being boring.

Anyway, we were going to be in California for this senior trip, which meant the ocean and a hotel with a pool (that also turned out to be salt water). One of the rules was that we weren’t allowed to wear two piece bathing suits.

Now, I don’t really agree with sexualizing oneself too much, but if you want to look good and you feel comfortable in it, go for it. I quite like my crop tops and bikinis very much, thank you, so I was pretty annoyed with this rule, as you can imagine.

Fortunately, my mother has always been a little bit of a rebel, so when I came to her complaining of my problem, she had the perfect solution: a one-piece with a cutout. That way no one could get mad at me, because I was still following the rules.

We went shopping a few days later, where I found a gorgeous red suit that hugged my body nicely. There was a small stitch on the side connecting the two ends together, but other than that it was about as close as you could get to a bikini without it ACTUALLY being a bikini. I still have this bathing suit, and it’s become one of my favorites.

In the end, it didn’t matter, as a friend of mine ending up just wearing a sports bra and shorts to swim, and the only two chaperones left us alone at the hotel to go shopping or whatever it is that chaperones have to do. Still, it was the thought behind it. I don’t tend to be rebellious, but little things like that make me feel some sort of weird pride when I do them. So of course I often go out looking for rules that I can find new ways around. There’s no fun in being a goody-two shoes ALL the time now, is there?