The Story Of The Red Dress

Once upon a time there lived a young girl who liked to hide.

She hid in her room, reading “The Babysitters Club” and “Sweet Valley High.” She hid at home watching reruns of “90210” and “Friends.” She hid in her dorm room, watching TV, chatting on AIM and studying for class.

She always had a lot of friends, so it didn’t seem like she was hiding. But inside, she was. 

As this young girl grew older, she started to shed her shell.

She left behind the giant T-shirts and sweatshirts and took fashion risks where she could — leather pants in college, suits at her first internship, shirt dresses with full skirts at her first magazine job.

Over time she learned to stop hiding. She learned that fashion helped express who she was deep down.

Energetic, compassionate, outgoing and full of ideas.

As a woman, she learned to express those ideas, to embrace who she is and not fear stepping out into the center of the room.

But she still felt like hiding at times. She covered her curves in flowy blouses. She shied away from the trendy body-con styles. She wore too much black.

One day, though, she saw it at a store — the red dress.

It was bright, powerful and shouted “confidence!”

And so she tried it on. It hugged her curves, and the color made her eyes shine. But she worried. She worried her tummy wasn’t flat enough, her arms weren’t toned enough, her butt not small enough.

And then she threw those thoughts away. Instead, she thought, “I’ve always wanted a sexy red dress.”

A red dress that made her feel sassy and like a grown woman.


 So she wore that red dress on Valentine’s Day and celebrated her love for her husband, her love for the life they have together.

And she celebrated her love for herself.

2 Comments on The Story Of The Red Dress

  1. Dominika
    February 15, 2016 at 6:47 am (2 years ago)

    Woot woot!!! Love it!!! Hottie!!!!!

  2. Toni cook
    February 15, 2016 at 11:42 am (2 years ago)

    Love this Jennifer. Hope you are as proud of yourself as I am if you.


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