Why Did You Wear That: Go Wide

Being the third born and first girl in my family, I really made it known that I was, in fact, female. When my mom prudently and practically attempted to put me into some of my brothers clothes, I went ahead and turned up my tiny freckled nose at the sheer thought of wearing something that had belonged to a boy. This is also the same reasoning I used in pre-school when I decided I would no longer be addressed as K.C. because there was a boy in my class named Casey. I would be called Kirsten and pink dresses and ruffled panties it was. I may have scaled citrus trees and caught lizards barefoot, but I did so wearing a dress. And while I still prefer a dress (as of late a coordinating crop top and skirt), there are times (much like the ones mentioned yesterday) wherein, I must put on my big girl pants. And this summer it’s all about a printed palazzo pant.