I wore a miniskirt.

From the moment I put it on and looked at myself in the mirror, a sudden risque feeling came over me that made me feel like...not myself, very similar to when my mother first ordered me to wear a training bra instead of my usual undershirt to school. I hated the feeling of that elastic band around my chest and that it meant change.

I'm not one to show off my legs, as white as they are from living in Alaska and never getting sun...why would I? Yet wait, I'm 5'7'' and do have adequate slender legs (mind the few cuts and bruises from hiking), and it's summer surmounting to 88 degrees, so why not? It's not as if I'm wearing a spandex micro-mini which stops just below the buttocks, in fact, mine is denim and falls right about a little over than half my thigh. I wore it together with a sunny yellow tee, blue flipflops, and to add an element of sophistication, a wide headband and pearl earrings.

I thought maybe my uneasiness came from guilt. A couple months ago I ordered my 15 year old cousin to march back into her house to change into something less revealing, I even went so far as threatening to turn it into a hand bag because it was so short and so fitted on her well-rounded trunk. Call me a hypocrite for wearing one.

I guess I could argue that....there are ways to put together an outfit, so that there is still sex appeal and also a component of self-respect. More of the latter of course.

So like my first training bra, it's the change. It's my first mini and that sounds so absurd.