 
                            Illustration: Vicky Leta/GMG
More than 10 years ago, I bought a pair of pants during a visit to my hometown in Texas that I still cherish and wear to this very day, though nothing about them is particularly striking. Like 92 percent of the clothing I own, they’re black. Today, they would be marketed as paperbag pants—they have a tie around the waist that I’m meant to shape into a bow, but never do, and a loose shape that tapers down to hit just above the ankles. At one point, a too-hot iron left a strange shiny patch on the front of one leg, but I’m so fond of these nondescript pants that I refuse to get rid of them. These pants, by a brand I had never heard of before and have yet to see again in the wild, survive every purge of my closet. They’re the perfect union of form, function, and comfort, a pair of pants I would wear every day of my life if I could and to almost every kind of occasion. What adds to my satisfaction is that I bought them not at a boutique or a department store, but at a Ross Dress for Less.
I never stepped foot into a Ross when I was a kid, but I loved the idea of it. Growing up, my family occupied a hazy rung of the middle classes, but we didn’t always look the part. Our suburban lawn was rarely manicured, and was instead dotted with junk, to the dismay of our neighbors. Our house was shabby and teemed with whole colonies of cockroaches. To this day, I remember the shame I felt when the mother of a friend of mine, dropping me off at home after a day spent at an amusement park, exclaimed, “You live here?” My dad, a dentist who hated being a dentist, poured all of his psychic energy and cash into pyramid schemes and con men who saw him as the easy mark that he was. He wore a version of the same denim button-down every day, always with an ink stain darkening the pocket. By extension, I and my four siblings often lacked the signifiers that would proclaim our class status to the world, not to mention invisible but more practical markers, like health insurance.
A running joke in my family is that my oldest sister only had one shirt as a child, based on photos in which she’s always wearing the same striped shirt. Most of our clothing came from thrift stores or were hand-me-downs from family friends. But every so often, a box would arrive in the mail from our aunt who lived in the suburbs of San Diego, filled with name-brand clothing still tagged “Ross Dress for Less.” These care packages included extremely cool shit, like a neon green and black polka-dotted skirt attached to a pair of bicycle shorts, a skort I still remember because I was so excited after it arrived that I ran into the bedroom I shared with my brother, hit my elbow on the door, and promptly fractured a bone in my arm. (Given our lack of health insurance, this was not exactly ideal.)
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