Today I am wearing a skirt. I am usually a jeans and a nice top or dress kind of girl. I think I possibly have developed a slight phobia of skirts. A phobia that developed when I was a Overton Vols Basketball JV Cheerleader at the age of 10.
If you ever cheered when you were that age (circa 1990-92), you know that 1) The uniforms were uncomfortable due to the fact that they were made by the mothers and you had to wear a turtle neck under them. 2). You had to wear bloomers with extra tight elastic around the legs cutting off circulation to your feet. I would still have an elastic mark 24 hours after I took them off. Well, during the year they would have an awards banquet with all the basketball players and cheerleaders. At one point I remember going to the restroom during one of these banquets. When I came out there were two boys who walked by me and busted out laughing. It was painful. I thought 'Oh God I really am hideous. My mom is a liar'. I turned and kept walking only to have one of the mothers stop me and pull my skirt out of my bloomers in the back. I can still feel how hot my face got. Hence the development of my skirt phobia.
Today I will check the mirror 5 or 6 times and then convince myself that I am not imagining my skirt down; that it really is down, before I leave the bathroom. Although if my skirt does get tucked into my skirt today, I think I would probably get a whistle or two from the guys instead of a laugh. There will still be that mom that comes by to let me know though. Women never change. I guess neither do men. They just eventually realize what a lifted skirt represents which is why they now whistle instead of laugh.
Glad I have on good undies today . . . just in case.
If you ever cheered when you were that age (circa 1990-92), you know that 1) The uniforms were uncomfortable due to the fact that they were made by the mothers and you had to wear a turtle neck under them. 2). You had to wear bloomers with extra tight elastic around the legs cutting off circulation to your feet. I would still have an elastic mark 24 hours after I took them off. Well, during the year they would have an awards banquet with all the basketball players and cheerleaders. At one point I remember going to the restroom during one of these banquets. When I came out there were two boys who walked by me and busted out laughing. It was painful. I thought 'Oh God I really am hideous. My mom is a liar'. I turned and kept walking only to have one of the mothers stop me and pull my skirt out of my bloomers in the back. I can still feel how hot my face got. Hence the development of my skirt phobia.
Today I will check the mirror 5 or 6 times and then convince myself that I am not imagining my skirt down; that it really is down, before I leave the bathroom. Although if my skirt does get tucked into my skirt today, I think I would probably get a whistle or two from the guys instead of a laugh. There will still be that mom that comes by to let me know though. Women never change. I guess neither do men. They just eventually realize what a lifted skirt represents which is why they now whistle instead of laugh.
Glad I have on good undies today . . . just in case.
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