I’m definitely pushing my own boundaries on skirt-length with this one. I pulled it out of my wardrobe this morning, thought, why on earth don’t I wear this? I wore it once before now that I can recall, and I like it, but I haven’t worn it since. Then I put it on, and went, oh, right.
Thing is, after the first few minutes, I didn’t feel at all self-conscious in this. I think a good deal of my comfort in wearing short skirts At My Age, Really is found in the fact that I do not show a lot of flesh as a general rule. My cleavage is usually well-covered, and I mostly wear opaque tights, and ALWAYS wear opaque tights when wearing a skirt this short. My personal go-to rule on skirt length is to ask myself if I’d wear a pair of shorts in the same length, and if the answer is yes, then I’m OK with it. I wouldn’t wear something this short to a formal or otherwise solemn event, but on a day where I’ll mostly just be running errands and such? Definitely.
I have so many body issues and so much fallout from years and years of battling eating disorders. As I’ve said before, the one part of my body I love without reservation is my legs. Always. I’ve loved them at whatever weight or body shape I’ve been at any given time. I am consciously and deliberately rejecting age-based social programming on this one. Only I will determine what is too short and what is age-appropriate for me. After all, I’m not harming a single soul by displaying my legs.
Oh look, I got all manifesto-y there!
Tee: Dorothy Perkins, remixed. I still badly want a fitted black slash neck jumper, but no joy yet, so I’m making do with this tee.
Necklaces: Various vaguely semi-precious stones, Bijou Brigitte, Liverpool.
Belt: Gap, remixed.
Skirt: Top Shop, remixed. Can’t remember if this is a thrift find or off a clearance rack.
Tights: M&S. I am loving the hell out of having brand new black tights. My old ones were seriously beat.