I have mentioned before that I am not the most delicate of females. I have always been, and most likely always will be, a tomboy. It is me in the truest form of myself and how I feel most comfortable. I am capable of donning a dress and feeling pretty but yesterday upped that ante by about 90 percent.
I went dress shopping for the dress that I will wear to walk down the aisle as maid of honor for my best friends’ wedding in September. I began to sweat as soon as I walked through the door of the shop. For those of you who have not experienced a bridal shop, it is a sea of chiffon, satin and lace and had I not controlled my breathing to calm myself I may have broken out in hives.
It is a daunting task to find a place to begin, especially when my fashion sense is based on jeans, hoodies and a baseball cap. The first dress I picked was lovely. I locked myself in the change room and, as soon as I tried the dress on, the metamorphosis had begun.
The dresses kept coming but I kept looking back at that first dress. All the other dresses paled in comparison and made me more self-conscious about wearing a dress than I already was. I put the first dress back on again and I thought, for perhaps the first time, this dress could reflect my true personality without the baseball cap, the jeans and the hoodie. This dress brought out a part of me that I have ignored. For the first time in a long time, looking in a mirror, I felt beautiful.
Maybe it took finding the right dress to recognize that long-lost piece of myself. Perhaps this was the a-ha moment Oprah always talks about. And just perhaps a certain friend of mine may have been right when he said, “just find a little black dress, put it on and get over it”.
It’s not black and it has pockets but, I get it now. Maybe there is that one dress that can be the sum of all of your parts while making you feel better than you thought possible. I think I found mine today.