One woman’s rocky relationship with her mini skirt
Dear Denim Mini Skirt,
It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you. They say there is a fine line between love and hate… and there is no doubt our relationship has had its ups and downs in the past. Now that you are officially back on the runways and on the streets, I believe we need to get a few things straight.
When we first met in the early 2000s, we were both so young and innocent. You were the definition of daring and I worshipped you. You were the coolest, edgiest piece of clothing. As you were hanging out with Crop Top and Large Belt, I was desperately trying to be part of the group too.
Then, we grew older and further apart. I started to reject you, like most teenagers around me. Your trendiness disappeared as you became vulgar and corrupted by famous singers who used you as a tool for their hyper-sexualisation. At some point, nobody wanted to be seen with you, and I do apologize for my harsh reaction every time I ran into you in the last few years. You were a reminder of terrible years in fashion, years I had hoped to forget.
However, through this whole period, I was just waiting for your comeback, which would inevitably happen sooner than we all expected. When I saw you on the street the other day, you looked astonishing — even though it was difficult to admit. That A-line shape and dark blue shade looked amazing on you. You’re now wiser, smarter and more elegant. Your young sexy teenage years are long behind you. You have become a woman.
But before I let you back into my life completely, I have a few requests. Please don’t hang out with the bad girls. Don’t let them corrupt you. Keep a lower hemline, don’t be too low-rise and forget that oversized belt; it was never a good look for you. To keep you on the right track, I could introduce you to my men’s button-down shirt and to my slip-on sneakers. I think you would get along great with them. And please, if you do spend time with Crop Top, make sure to have a high waist.
Be classy, be elegant and don’t repeat your old mistakes.