Some years ago, I was going to a seminar here in Denmark. I put one of my red dresses on. Looked at mirror and then took it off again. I looked great.
But I hesitated.
I knew I will get attention.
I was uncomfortable to stand out.
I was terrified to be judged.
By other women.
Men don’t judge (well, as long you aren’t politician of the opposition, I must add).
They adore women in dress.
(Well, they adore women in everything as long they (women) are glad (and not politician of the opposite party)).
Since I arrived to Denmark in 1996 I tried to fit in.
I came from Latvia, where women do make an effort to look like celebration when leaving home.
(Perhaps because the life itself wasn’t that glamorous).