Sleeping In A Corset Split My Group Chat Down The Middle, Nobody Agreed
My group chat has forty three messages in it from a single Tuesday night, all sparked by one photo. A friend posted herself in bed wearing a lace up underbust…
My group chat has forty three messages in it from a single Tuesday night, all sparked by one photo. A friend posted herself in bed wearing a lace up underbust…
A woman at the 17th Avenue stop looked at my toes, looked at her own boots, looked back at my toes, and said absolutely nothing, which is its own kind…
A woman on the RTD light rail, somewhere between the stop by my dentist and the one I actually needed, looked at my black bralette under an open denim shirt…
I’m standing in the checkout aisle of a costume shop in October, and the woman behind me is holding two things: a “medieval princess” dress with a laced-up, boned bodice…
My sister had just dropped three photos into the family group chat, dug out of a box in our mother’s garage, one from my cousin’s wedding, one from a backyard…
People have stronger opinions about a strip of fabric the width of a shoelace than they do about most political candidates. I’ve heard women declare, with the flat certainty usually…
A woman at the dry cleaner counter, waiting on her own alterations, glanced at the backless dress folded over my arm and said, entirely unprompted, “Oh, those adhesive bras never…
A woman at a dry cleaner’s counter in Cherry Creek, waiting behind me while I explained a stain situation I’d rather not detail here, looked at what I was wearing…
My nephew told me, with the specific confidence of someone who has never once experienced a fanny pack in its natural nineteen nineties habitat, that the crossbody bag is “a…
I was standing in the parking lot outside a Target in Aurora, waiting for my sister to finish returning a blender, when the woman ahead of me in a cropped…