The Little Black Dress

(Note: I started writing this a couple weeks ago and life took over, so I’m just now publishing this!)

This past Saturday night, my hubby and I got to experience a much-needed date night for the first time in eons. A couple months ago, I bought a “little black dress” that has been sitting in my closet ever since, waiting for an occasion. I bought it apprehensively, not having ever had the confidence to wear something like it before. I’m a dress with leggings kind of person. I can’t remember the last time I wore nylons (maybe high school swing choir??). Hubs was with me when I bought it and talked me into the purchase, so there ya go.

Fast forward to Saturday afternoon. My mom and I run to the store to purchase said nylons, and I told her how much I’d wanted a pair of red shoes to go with it. We head off to Payless, and I was bummed at first to have no luck. Though as I was trying on shoes, something bizarre was happening. Every shoe I tried on in my usual size (as in the same size since I was 13 years old), were too big. My mom said she wondered if I needed to go down a size, and I thought surely not. We grabbed the foot measurer thingy, and sure enough my feet had dropped over a size. Who knew you could lose weight in your feet!

Just so happened that there was a pair of cute red heels in the size down, and they fit! Head home, and I pull out the black dress and start to get ready. Pantyhose are every bit as uncomfortable as I remember them! I’m also not a person who wears heels, and they may have freaked my son out just a little bit.

So, why am I writing a whole post about wearing a black dress on a date night? As someone who has spent most of her life avoiding wearing form fitting clothes, this was an incredibly challenging experience to me. I also always hated dresses growing up for several reasons…crossing my legs has gotten easier and more comfortable, but I remember being in a middle school play picture and really struggling to do it.

I’m thankful for how far I’ve come, and I don’t think I’ll ever be “done” with this battle. I’m not sure I’ll ever stop seeing the person on the left, yet I’m terrified to get back to that point. No matter, I just gotta remember I’m still a work in progress both on the outside and in.