Dear guy-in-plaid-shirt:

Last Friday I wore a romper - which elicited a lot of unsolicited, yet kind compliments from my peers.

And yesterday I wore a dress.

Yes, finally, a dress.

I know, doesn't seem like such a big deal.

But it means so much to me. This is the first of the small things that would reveal my insecurities with a certain, tangible clarity.

I want you to understand that the absence of dresses and rompers in the years before this - the fact that I haven't owned any of that - reveals what I cannot freely admit to anyone but you. And that will give way to your first glimmer of understanding.

Because today I wore a dress, a romper. And tomorrow it is my presence in the photos in the family album smiling and full of assurance, my attendance in social circles, my best foot forward. And from there...well, from there...I just don't know - maybe I could wear my wedding dress.


love,

your boot-scoot-and-boggying--jeans-wearin'--lady