Body Armor and Good Shoes


Today I am dressed for work. Really dressed for work; black pencil skirt, lovely drapey blouse, suit jacket, neutral pumps (understated and professional with a good dash of sexy). My hair is short and styled, my makeup is appropriate and my accessories complement without distracting. Pearls, actually.

If you look a bit closer at the outfit, the shoes, the hair and the look you’ll see the hidden rivets. The seams where the metal  of the breastplate meets the tasset show the dents of the club hammer and the effort that went into its construction. Those good shoes… they’re really a modern sabaton; protection, baby.

Don’t think for a moment that I woke up this morning and decided to dress like this because heels feel awesome, because I love panty-hose. These earrings were chosen mindfully and the necklace too. My clothes are my armor.

There are things in my life right now that demand my full attention. My energy has to be rationed and my strength shored up. I am not up to the challenge in jeans and a t -shirt; I need something external to let me know I can handle what I must handle. I need to look in the mirror and see someone who is competent, strong, determined and certain. At the moment I’m none of those things, so for that, I need a disguise. I need a costume. I need armor.

A friend observed that often when women separate from their partners they begin to dress better than they used to. He seemed to believe it to be a peacock preening kind of thing; a desire to strut, to appear attractive. I’m offering another possible explanation; it’s fear. It’s fear, dressed up to look like courage. It’s armor.

Look at me… I look great. I look strong. I look like I know what I’m doing.

I’m a jelly fish. A jelly fish in really good shoes.

7 thoughts on “Body Armor and Good Shoes

  1. Different things give different people confidence. I remember as a child being intimidated by the colors of the opposing teams uniforms when i would play soccer. My wife often feels empowered when she is dressed well. I think most people do.

  2. Thanks Tom, you’re right. And for the record, the photo above shows the exact shoe I am wearing. Well, not the actual exact shoe, but you know what I mean. Armed and ready…

  3. Amen sister, you are up to it, whether you feel confidant or not…I just spent the whole day in a flaming hissy fit which reduced me to tears for about an hour because I seem to have zero idea what I am doing in school and every time I turn around something else goes wrong that makes what I am doing even harder. One of the girls I go to school with said to me that I was one of the smart ones (which seriously cracked me up…it’s so far from true with what we are learning) and if I didn’t get it, how would she…perfect example of armour baby, cause I don’t have a freaking clue how I am going to pull this shit off…

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