I Wore a Dress Today
I knew what I was doing the moment I pushed “purchase.” I had not worn a dress in years, probably at our older children’s weddings. Even then I felt self-conscious and insecure, two things I’ve allowed to embed into my fabric layered in faith.
It was a gift card, so I decided if it didn’t work out, no one missed a meal.
An inner hope darted to the surface. What if I like it? What if it’s comfortable?
What if—others like it?
Not that anyone in my home is a harsh critic, but our love languages vary. My top language is words of affirmation, and that tends to be the weakest gift for those I love most. I rarely hear that anyone noticed hair cuts, new shoes, or even a book I released. It’s not intentional, and I have accepted that. But the dress adds a layer of vulnerability. I was pretty sure they’d notice. And say something.
The day came when I took it from package to hanger to body. It hung as I wanted, thankfully no cling to the middle-age menopausal, out-of-whack hormonal belly rolls I’m fighting extra hard this year. The color popped as I hoped. Time to take it downstairs.
I was pouring my coffee and I heard the footsteps. First came the husband, and I heard him stop cold. I didn’t dare turn around. But he spoke first.
“You’re wearing a dress.”
I wanted to spin and be defensive, defiant, even. But insecurity kept my back to the coffee. “Is that bad?”
“No, not at all. You look great. I haven’t seen you wear a dress in years.”
My love language bank overflowed.
Next came the children, both noticing immediately and speaking words of encouragement. It didn’t matter if no one else spoke about it, this is my tribe, my barometer. Sure, I understand the need to be confident in my own skin and embrace what God has given me, but still. Their words gave me the confidence to do another bold act.
Buy the same dress in another color.
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Confidence issues plague girls of all ages. Our teen daughter, Hannah, and I sat down to write a book that would help females understand how fantastic they are. You’re Amazing is book 2 in the Surrendering Stinkin’ Thinkin’ series. It’s a quick read with long-lasting impact.
