I finally got the chance to wear something other than a midi dress or leggings and it felt great. I didn’t stray too far though; the bodysuit is standard, but the mini skirt most certainly is not. My thighs haven’t seen the light of day in years (pretty sure the last time they made an appearance was during my last vacation), and it was… freeing. Tiny (for me) skirt? Baby shoulder bag, circa early 2000s logomania? This is basically an outfit my 11-year-old, Clueless-obsessed self wished she could wear—only I was much more self-conscious then. Jeans were my bottom of choice because I couldn’t stop thinking about how all the other girls had perfectly thin, straight legs when mine bowed. Or how only my thighs seemed to pool into the plastic seats at school. My leg are still bowed. My thighs are still full, dimpled, and stretch-marked. But I’ve shimmied into a mini without hesitation and headed off to the library, Sour Heart, large coffee, and boyfriend in tow. . . . xx