"I kept the skirt in my closet for years, and would take it out to try on in my own room, never in..."

“I kept the skirt in my closet for years, and would take it out to try on in my own room, never in front of anyone else, and never outside. I almost wore it to school once and ripped it off, putting my old jeans back on at the last second. I was so relieved, and so disappointed, by my inability to ever be myself.”

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Sharon Steel is a writer I admire. On her blog, Stereo Stories, she’s been doing a series of posts about pivotal moments in her life getting dressed. They are self-deprecating, self-aware, sincere, funny, moving, and wise. We get a look at New York City in the ’90s through the eyes of a teenage girl eyeing her first pair of Doc Martens surrounded by pals smoking clove cigarettes and thinking about the people they’ll become. She writes about a flowy mystic skirt, the right pair of jeans, the right pair of boots, a Radiohead concert T-shirt. Together, they’re about clothes that mean something and what it is to come into your own. I would read a book of these stories, and I hope one comes of these.

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