I believed I mentioned my new penchant for dresses and skirts a couple of times in the past month. Initially I think I attributed this fondness to the onset of spring, but I’m not sure the warmer weather is the only thing effecting this change of heart.
My friends and I have been joking about me becoming a “real girl” due to various things that have happened in my personal life— things that the old me, circa two months ago, wouldn’t have been caught dead doing.
This transition into becoming a real girl and accepting my double X chromosome and everything that comes with it seems to have encouraged me to spend the last month, or so, baring my legs while slinking around campus in sky high heels.
Though I have been dressing like a modern day June Cleaver, I feel more confident and empowered than I have ever felt before. I know, I can kick butt, ace tests, stand up in front of a room full of people and give a convincing speech without skipping a beat, make guys swoon, and even go on an interview without worrying I’m going to fail.
It’s strange, in the 50s, women wearing pants was a sign of empowerment while a dress and high heels were seen as metaphorical shackles, binding women to the confines of a kitchen. Now, a woman wearing pants is a dime a dozen, while putting on a dress and a pair of power heels is the new confidence boosting outfit— I’m going to go out on a limb and assume I’m not the only woman who feels this way.
Does this change mean women have digressed, or does it mean we, like many others, have taken control of the thing that has demeaned and constricted us for so long? Have we turned the dress into a symbol of power?
Whether I’m being completely naïve or not, I hope to continue down this path of female enlightenment. As the famous song from the movie Flower Drum Song goes, “I enjoy being a girl,” but I’ll still take on any guy willing to arm wrestle.
What I Wore:
Dress/Ring – H&M
Necklace: Handmade by Me
Shoes: Joan & David