The experiment
I moved into a smaller room for the summer months and realized that all my stuff was not going to fit. I volunteered my good friend Katie to help me with some spring cleaning focused on my closet. We got rid of a lot — the purple leg warmers that really never made a come back, the Guess velour mini dress that was out before it was even in, and the beaded pleasant skirt that looked more granny than vintage.
Katie also styled a few ensembles for me, including the short and showy things that I had planned to wear when I lost a few pounds. I’m a firm believer in the saying, “just because it’s in your size doesn’t mean you should wear it,” but Katie said, “You bought them to wear them and you look great.”
I begged to differ, but she was right, I had bought them to wear them. So the next week I wore most of my teeny, tiny, extra mini outfits in daylight hours and tried to portray a level of confidence that made look more comfortable than I really was.
On Sunday I wore a denim jumper with a sheer shirt, the mildest of the week. Everyone either said I was cute or didn’t notice. On Monday, I wore tight, skinny jeans and a low-cut striped button-up, it was more causal business but included a touch of sexy with the lace peek-a-boo cami underneath. Tuesday, I wore a mini T-shirt dress, with sandals and a scarf, and people looked at me as if I had just come to work straight from a night of bar crawling. Wednesday, I looked like a runner in leggings, a wife beater and a sweat shirt. Thursday, I wore a mini-mini puffy skirt that didn’t even reach the middle of my thighs with a t-shirt.
This was the most gruesome of the entire week, I couldn’t stop pulling and tugging, and a sudden gust of wind left me more bare than a baby emerging from the womb. I wore my gold metallic swim bottoms for extra security, but those were a little cheeky, so it wasn’t that much more coverage.
I couldn’t shy away from “The Look” with my fake confidence. I got , “Oh, you look so cute” to “You know d—- well that you shouldn’t be in that skirt.”
At the end of the week, I learned that I can actually pull off short even though I have a little jiggle-jiggle. That I looked okay, according to the car hunks of approval I received walking down Grand River Avenue in clothes that might be a little revealing.
The most important, that you have to rock whatever you’re wearing with confidence and just because you might have a little extra on the curves, it doesn’t make certain wardrobe choices forbidden as long as you wear them with taste and class.






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