The Right To Bare My Arms

This past week I wore four outfits that left my arms completely bare.

That’s right, I went sleeveless.

This shouldn’t be such a big deal, I know that. It’s summer. Most days the temperature here in Alabama is in the 80s. I work in a business casual office where wearing a sleeveless shirt or dress is acceptable.

But up until recently I had become self-conscious about my arms. I’m not sure what brought it on — my arms aren’t any bigger than they’ve been at some other points in my life. Nevertheless several years ago I started wearing cardigans or shrugs whenever I wore a sleeveless top or dress.

Except for special occasions. Like my wedding day:

My mother and me on my wedding day, May 24, 2014.

My mother and me on my wedding day, May 24, 2014.

And my bachelorette party:


And touring Rome with my new husband:


See, the thing is, I shouldn’t only feel good about myself on special occasions, when wearing a special outfit. On those days, the events may have made me so happy I was distracted from my self-consciousness. Or I simply felt so much joy, I felt confident in whatever it was I had on.

Those days need to occur more often.

They need to occur every day.

So this summer I decided I want to be free. I want to wear what I want without feeling the need to cover up. Not only will the weather be in the 90s soon, and humid as all get out, but I want to wear fun styles and not cut myself off from certain looks simply because I don’t love how my arms look.

This summer I am embracing my right to bare my arms. I am wearing  sleeveless dresses and tops, and I won’t throw on a shrug or a cardigan.

I’m going to stop covering up. I’m going to be free.

1 Comment on The Right To Bare My Arms

  1. Sasha
    May 16, 2016 at 8:06 pm (7 months ago)

    LOOOOOOVE this!!!!


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