I have dresses: two dresses. I love my dresses! And here’s what I really like about them (not having worn dresses, especially short dresses, in a gazillion years) is how I feel when I wear them. I feel pretty (cue the song from West Side Story), feminine, cute, princess-like. I feel like dancing and I feel flirty. I like this feeling. Wearing these dresses makes me love being a woman.
This is not to negate anything else, such as being tough and capable in hiking boots and survival gear. It’s just that it’s beautiful to know I can get out there and climb a mountain all day and then be all pretty and girly at night.
I haven’t even thought about being girly for years. As if I had anything else to love Simon for: I also love him for bringing out the woman in me, for making me feel beautiful and pretty and feminine – for actually wanting to be beautiful and pretty and feminine. It feels like a piece of me that was lost for years. I didn’t even know that it was lost, and now that it’s back, I am so, so glad.
The last Christmas present has been wrapped and placed under the tree (which has managed to stay upright since the great crash). It already feels like the best Christmas ever.
I have everything I could possibly wish for: more love than I have ever known.