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My very personal battle with the miniskirt-aphobia

Mini skirt. The word alone used to send shivers down my spine. That’s what happens when you have a truly traumatic experience, and I did. At the young and impressionable age of 16, my mind and soul were scarred at the most unsuspecting moments.

While I was still in high school, I took some college courses. I would spend half my day in high school and the other half at the local university. Although it was almost 10 years ago, this particular day is etched in my mind. It was a public speaking class. I was sitting in my seat waiting for the other students to arrive and for class to start. Darlene, the most beautiful student in the class, undoubtedly walked in. As usual, she was dressed in the most modern and fashionable outfits. That day it turned out to be a blue miniskirt, a white short-sleeved blouse, a sweater, and a simple pair of flats.

He walked to a seat, a row in front of me. Then it happened. As he was placing his books on his desk, his pencils fell on the floor! A silence fell on those in the vicinity. She stared at the pencils, frozen in terror. Nobody moved. Nobody spoke. It was as if we were all statues, unable to do anything but watch the tragedy unfolding in front of us.

The beautiful girl, the elegantly dressed girl, the girl that all boys wanted and all girls wanted to be, was standing there, unable to act, unable to perform the simplest tasks. All the guys who were nearby just waited and watched, trying not to drool in anticipation. Her skirt was so mini, I didn’t see how she was going to pick up those pencils on her own. Any movement to duck or reach for the pencils would make her butt wave to all onlookers.

She started to lean in and stopped. He tried to squat down, keeping his knees together. She couldn’t do it. I could see what this moment was doing to him. His face turned red, then began to fade to white. Sweat broke out on his forehead. His breathing became shallow and frantic. He was entering the realm of a total panic attack. His suffering was almost unbearable to watch. He kept trying different approaches, much to the satisfaction of the hormone-driven guys in the crowd, but he couldn’t reach for his pencils without exposing himself to the crowd.

After what seemed like hours and an eternity for poor Darlene, a girl sitting two desks away shook herself from the trance we were all in and came to the rescue, grabbing the pencils from the floor and placing them on the desk. . Darlene was never the same. She was always nervous, carrying the humiliation of that day. For the rest of that semester, she was different, scared, scared, missing the lively glow and confidence she once had. She never wore a miniskirt again.

Witnessing so much suffering, anguish and pain deeply impacted me. She couldn’t look at, or even consider wearing a miniskirt. He was convinced that it would only result in agony. Then one day, many years later, two very stubborn and determined friends made me face and overcome my miniskirt-aphobia.

My friends convinced me that Darlene could have easily avoided the pain and misery that flooded her that day in Speech class. They showed me that miniskirts are great garments for those with the right tools and techniques. They don’t have to be the cause of the ultimate suffering if you know how to use one.

Of course, I didn’t wear my miniskirt in public until I mastered two skills: sitting down without putting on a show, and picking things up (like pencils) off the floor without showing my butt. I’ve come a long way since that day in public speaking class. I am now a miniskirt professional, with years of experience without agony under my belt.

I think of poor Darlene from time to time and can’t help but feel sorry for the poor girl. If she had treated the miniskirt with due respect, everything could have been so different for her. If only she had mastered the skills of the miniskirt before entering class that day, all that trauma could have been avoided. Mini skirts should not be taken for granted. On the hips of the inexperienced or untrained, they can be truly dangerous pieces of clothing, preparing the wearer for disaster.

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