You ever walk behind someone, a female to be more specific, and after every three steps they pull down their skirt?! I know I have, and at the same time I’ve been that female…so I’ve literally been in those shoes, and I know how it feels, it’s not exactly a comfortable feeling. Being right their behind the female the question always is, why?! Why would you wear this short skirt if you can’t walk comfortably, if you keep pulling it down. You wanted to expose yourself, let the people have a show. That is not usually the case though, this isn’t a blame game thing either, but trust me it’s not us, it’s the skirt.
This skirt, I mean I walked into a boutique spotted it, tried it on and it was perfect. Exactly what I wanted, decent right below my knees, smart yet classy, great color, good material, thought of a couple of shoes that would complete and complement this skirt. True genuine love, I even take a couple of steps to make sure it still looks good as I move, and it does. Just before I make the purchase I ask a very important question, if it moves up when I walk, and I’m reassured it doesn’t. With that, I make the purchase, cash (but do I say). I cannot wait to wear my new found love, start planning the outfit all the way home.
Then the day comes, when the chosen outfit is my never worn, brand new skirt. Perfect top and shoes, I look great. So I haven’t bought my car yet, public means it is, just the walk to the stage, this skirt is already moving up….excuse me, can you behave?! Soon enough I’m in school, and from here on out, I’ll have to get to where I’m supposed to be by walking. Three steps, and there it goes again, now my below the knee skirt is now above my knees, I figure it will stop there, it is tight after all, but no this skirt has other plans. So there I am, walking and after every three steps pulling down this skirt, against my will, I had not bargained for this.
The audacity of this piece of clothing!!! I bought it, gave it a home, an owner, a body to rub up against, warmth, and this is the gratitude I get. I mean I would have left it at the boutique that day and bought pants or something, but no I fell in love, and for what, random exposure?! Don’t get me wrong, I can manage wearing short dresses and skirts, I pull it off really well, I have great legs…. But why would this skirt make such a decision for me, then make me all uncomfortable, why?! I am the one to decide whether or not I’ll show my legs, and how much, not some skirt that I bought.
So the next time you are walking behind me or my fellow females, understand it’s not us it’s the skirt. Mmmh……the audacity!