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:
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.