When I made the decision to wear only skirts and dresses, something happened that I really didn’t expect, I matured. I became more aware of the way I carried myself, of the way I sat, and even spoke. I became more restrained, intentional. I became more comfortable in my femininity and in turn less childish.
I have been wearing only skirts and dresses for two years now and I have just begun realizing its impact. A skirt reminds me that I am not here to compete with men – that I don’t need to compete with men to prove my worth. It is a gentle reminder of who I am- a wife, a mother, a woman.
At first it was difficult. Skirts and dresses had always been the exception for me. I grew up in the country spending my days riding horses (astride *gasp*) and building forts in the woods with my brothers. But I began to take more thought into what I wore when my second daughter was born.
At first, I was afraid people would ask me why I didn’t wear pants. But that hasn’t happened yet. I have only received compliments on my outfits. The only question I have ever received in two years concerning my dress is, “where did you find such a beautiful skirt?”
Do I miss pants? Surprisingly, no, not really. In fact, I recently tried on a pair of jeans and was shocked to find them intolerably uncomfortable. We lost something when women gave up their long flowing dresses for jeans. We lost a certain elegance, modesty and femininity; I wanted to regain it, if only for myself.