After one full month of dedication to my new, healthy lifestyle, I am pleased to announce that my little, black skirt now fits!! This may not sound like a milestone to most people but allow me to bore you with the backstory: Around this time last year, I did an online shopping spree to revitalize my wardrobe and failed miserably in my attempt to make myself feel sexy yet professional by ordering a black, pencil skirt. The idea I had in mind is the same concept behind "the mullet" -- business in the front, party in the back. In addition to my skirt, I ordered a backless mock-turtleneck, a full turtleneck with a peek-a-boo strategically placed where it made my boobs look perky, and fitted dress slacks with just the right amount of flare. The only thing that didn't fit was the skirt.
I shouldn't say it didn't fit so much as it didn't fit the way it needed to in order for me to avoid the embarrassment of bending over and showing the kids where babies come from. Either way, it was more of a mini skirt than a pencil skirt and I couldn't justify wearing something like that anywhere; including in front of my bathroom mirror.
Like any good hoarder, I left the tags on it and hung it up in my closet somewhat convinced that someday I could and would fit into it. Friday night, someday finally came. I stood in my bathroom looking at myself in the mirror in complete awe. I documented the momentous occasion with a text to my fiance with a caption that simply read, "someday is tonight".
"My short skirt is happiness I can feel myself on the ground. I am here. I am hot... But mainly my short skirt and everything under it is Mine. Mine. Mine." - My Short Skirt by Eve Ensler, author of The Vagina Monologues
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