I love the reactions I get when I wear a skirt.
“Why are you all dressed up?”
“You look nice today.”
“Where are you going?”
I don’t know why wearing a skirt shocks people. I love wearing skirts. I happen to like my legs, even if they are rather pale. I don’t like wearing shorts unless it’s for working out, which is probably the reason I don’t own shorts. If I want a relief from the summer heat, a skirt is my best bet.
Funny thing is, I hardly ever dress up for a particular reason or because I’m trying to impress someone. My reasons are usually: it’s getting near laundry day and I’m out of clean pairs of jeans; it’s too hot to wear pants and I need to wear something; they’re in my closet, so why the hell not?
Still, I hate the feeling of being dressed up and having no place to go. That happened a few weeks ago after the MEChA de UCLA Raza Graduation. I wore a cute new dress for the graduation because I had to as one of the alumni name readers. After the graduation I just went home. Too bad. Next time I get dressed up, it better be worth it.