For each other

Never let them say women don’t dress for each other.  They do.   Sig­nif­i­cant oth­ers of either sex have noth­ing to do with it.  It’s about friend­ship, and pla­tonic crushes, and admi­ra­tion, and awe, and just a lit­tle envy.  It’s a desire to shine for peo­ple who might, just might, like us, if we do every­thing just so.

I have seen more awe­some ear­rings, sexy skirts, desire­able dresses, swoon­able shoes, hot hair­cuts, jealousy-inducing jeans, and other cos­tumes of all stripes, all dressed to impress.  It’s funny and sad and beau­ti­ful and raw and hon­est and inspir­ing, as so much else has been today.  We’re all of us admit­ting we want to be loved, and that we want oth­ers to know they are loved, writ­ing from a place of our own inse­cu­ri­ties, and want­ing to save oth­ers the same pain.

I dress up for you the same way I write for you; to keep you com­ing back, because your com­pli­ments make me feel bet­ter, but also because I want you to know– you’re worth dress­ing up for, con­fer­ence week­end and every day.

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The after­noon “keynote” speech was a com­mu­nity forum– 22 blog­gers on blog­ging, our bod­ies, rants, and more.  I am in awe at the tal­ent that’s out there, hum­bled at the hon­esty, and look­ing for­ward to shar­ing with you the blog­gers whose sto­ries we were so lucky to hear tonight.  As a pro­logue– Moosh in Indie, Les­bian Dad, and Mr. Lady– my good­ness, there’s won­der to be found in our blogosphere.