Black Skirt

I'm wearing this black skirt today. I've been wearing it a lot lately; I've found it to be a very versatile piece. There's a story behind this skirt. A few weeks prior before I moved down to Los Angeles, I went shopping with mom and sister at the mall. In the Pac Sun store, I tried on this skirt for the first time. I really liked it and wanted to buy it. My mom didn't, however. I don't remember the exact conversation, but she didn't think it was flattering on me and didn't want to waste the money. Maybe she worried I'd never wear it. I was upset, but we left the store.

The next week, I was shopping with a friend and saw the Pac Sun store. I went inside and bought the skirt with my own money. And I felt pretty liberated. Of course, I can't wear it in front of her, but I packed it and now I wear it often. This is my black skirt, it matches a lot of shirts. It fits me, and has pockets. The epitome of feminism. 

So, I guess there's a moral to this story. Many times, my mom is right when it comes to clothing choices and shopping. I'm certainly no expert. It's good to listen to advice. But other times, you might have to disobey or deviate in order to make a decision that's best for you. Maybe my mom was right and this skirt makes me look fat. I don't think so, though, and perhaps I'm happy in ignorance. I like wearing my black skirt on my own and I'm fine.