Last night I went out dressed for the first time in my life. I went to a professional make up artist and after almost three hours of a beautifying session I went out with her by my side. We walked around the jam packed streets, me in heels and a short skirt. I was terrified, averting people’s eyes and cursing myself for choosing tight fitting heels.
In reality most people minded their own business, there were very few stares if at all (that I could see since I was not looking) and despite my terror it went quite well... until a couple of guys catcalled at me. The lady GG I was walking with told me to be proud, and to take it as a sign of passing with flying colors, but I wonder if the catcall was more a joke for attempting to pass.
I wanted to stop by one of the many cafes around to have a quick drink as Carolina but I was too afraid of stopping, so we just walked for about 30 mins (toes hurting) and managed to take a quick pic (attached)
Great new (giant) step for me on the road to... who knows? I’d love to know what people were thinking or what that catcall meant (I know, I know we shouldn’t care less about what strangers think, but it’d be a plus to know if one passes somehow)