I've always loved playing dress up. As a child I remember hosting countless tea parties. I would fix a make shift table from my toy box and surround it with my favorite dolls and stuffed animals. Then I would go to my parents and anxiously ask them to pull out my ceramic tea set. From time to time my mom would let me pick some things to wear out of her closet. These times were my favorite. After I had set the table I would go back to her room, into her closet and sift through the ends of her hanging dresses. "I want this one.", I'd say and she would pull it down and help me fasten my self into it. After looking in the mirror I would give a shy smile of approval. I don't know if it was my imagination or lack of experience with big girl clothing; even though I was was swimming in fabric, tripping over it as I walked back to my room, constantly rolling up the sleeves as I served tea, which ever dress I picked fit perfectly. It made me feel beautiful and fun. I would spend all afternoon wearing it, playing and serving tea until I grew tired and the sleepy orange sunset seeped through my window.
Not much has changed. I still throw tea parties, raid my moms closet, and love a good nap. I still play dress up, but now everything fits. My shy smile has turned into an excited one, and as a rule of thumb I won't wear anything if it doesn't make me feel beautiful and fun.
PC: Gabriela Wilson