I stepped out of my house with my usual church bag. The time was already 10:55 am. The second service started 10 minutes ago. It will take another 8 minutes or so to reach the church.
The weather was (and still is) nice, cool and windy. My feather-light skirt swayed with the wind. I stood when I should start walking. I stood longer. I glanced myself at the small mirror on a store room right in front of my house. I couldn’t see the whole of myself, so I turned back, opened the door and walked inside with my shoes.
I saw myself in the mirror, this time my whole body. The time was already 11:02 am. Then, I got out of my shoes and slowly walked to my bed and lie down.
I chose to miss church later because I was not confident of my skirt. I fear that people might criticize that it’s light and transparent and this and that. It looked alright to me, it covered where it’s supposed to cover. But I was not so sure either.
I missed church because of what I chose to wear. How silly.