Yesterday, I did!
So as a kid I was this super girly girl. I loved pink and fought to wear dresses and skirts every day. I absolutely hated wearing pants and jeans in particular. However, as I got older instead of continuing to progress into a full blown high maintenance girly girl I changed into more of something in-between a being girly and a tomboy.
I distinctly remember two moments that changed my choice of dress. One (one of a few actually) was in the 4th grade when a particular female classmate liked to lift my skirt/dress up anytime I wore a dress to the point I just stopped wearing them completely.
Then in the 10th grade, I decided to wear a skirt to school and a male friend of mine asked me "why are you dressed like a slut today?" That was the last time I ever wore a skirt to school and never wore that skirt again. Ever since then I have been somewhat uneasy in skirts and dresses except as formal wear or club wear.
In the last few years, I have pushed my own boundaries and attempted to get reacquainted with skirts. Oddly, I don't even know what to wear them with any more! Ha!
This past weekend while looking for awesome new work pants I came across this nice wool skirt that I fell in love with. I was itching to wear it and it's perfect work length because it's just above the knee. I can to a forward bend and not worry about my tushy. I was worried about harassment.
I worry about harassment because I do have someone outside of my department that harasses me. I have another that likes to dive his face down my shirt. It's one thing on a glance but to stare when you're only 2 feet away is entirely different story. Anyway, I got off scot-free today! Even though I made sure to make a hardcore detour from my harasser. It was fairly obvious. I don't care.
Overall, it was a really good experience with lots of compliments and comments about it being the first time anyone has seen my knees. Ha ha! I wear capris and gauchos but they are below the knee.
I need to get over this because my legs are the one thing I absolutely like about myself. I love my legs.
It's pretty cool doing things outside of my boundaries. Weird boundaries but still boundaries. This was a leap for me.
|End of the day. I am pooped here.|