I kept the skirt in my closet for years, and would take it out to try on in my own room, never in front of anyone else, and never outside. I almost wore it to school once and ripped it off, putting my old jeans back on at the last second. I was so relieved, and so disappointed, by my inability to ever be myself.
Sharon Steel is a writer I admire. On her blog, Stereo Stories, she’s been doing a series of posts about pivotal moments in her life getting dressed. They are self-deprecating, self-aware, sincere, funny, moving, and wise. We get a look at New York City in the ‘90s through the eyes of a teenage girl eyeing her first pair of Doc Martens surrounded by pals smoking clove cigarettes and thinking about the people they’ll become. She writes about a flowy mystic skirt, the right pair of jeans, the right pair of boots, a Radiohead concert T-shirt. Together, they’re about clothes that mean something and what it is to come into your own. I would read a book of these stories, and I hope one comes of these.