Yes, I’m writing about a dress…hear me out, I’ve had this dress in my closet for years, I rarely wear it but insisted I be photographed in it. I’ve decided my dress is a metaphor or symbol for something deeper. Why am I hanging on to it, better yet, why don’t I wear it? Hmmm…To be clear, I’m not a hoarder, I let go of a lot of things, I am a less is more kind of girl and this dress perplexes me.
If I’m being entirely honest with myself, I know I’m overthinking this and yes, I can hear all of you going WTF, it’s a dress! Yes, but don’t we overthink a lot of things? Isn’t there something or someone that we like to hang on to or cling to? We’re unsure if it’s because of a memory or a fantasy? Are you following? My dress is representing something from my past, it was an expensive purchase and the person I wanted to notice me was ignoring me. It didn’t matter what I was wearing in the end, I felt defeated. Here’s the thing, I have definitely moved on from that moment, promising myself, I never want to experience that feeling again. I deserve to be with someone special who will notice me, appreciate me and make time for me. Perhaps I’m hanging on to a fantasy…
I have to believe, going forward, it’s not really about the dress, it’s the emotions and feelings attached to a moment. I am definitely trying on new dresses (any excuse to go shopping) making sure they fit perfectly in all the right places, curves and all. As for a special someone, he also needs to fit in all the right places, fitting perfectly with me.