Being myself

A couple of years ago I was invited to a wedding. I wasn’t sure what to wear, I’ve never really been one for dressing up. The last wedding I’d been to I had decided to go for it and bought a dress. That dress was long gone, and I knew I’d probably never wear a dress or skirt ever again.

In the event I wore a smart navy jacket with navy trousers and a white shirt, so it looked a bit like a suit I suppose. I was also wearing my flat navy suede cowboy boots - me and heels just don’t go! I think it was the first time I had got dressed up and really felt like me. When I was younger, I would feel intimidated or unfeminine compared to the girly women who were done up with beautiful dresses, their hair and make up perfect. I think I was the only woman at the wedding who wasn’t wearing a dress or skirt. I felt happy in my own skin, and it’s taken me years to get to this point.

What was interesting, and also lovely, was that I had more compliments that day about how I looked than I had had in my whole life!


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