I'm not even sure what prancing looks like. But I will say this. When I put together an outfit that makes me feel fabulous and head out the door, the feeling of confidence is amazing. I feel like I can conquer the world. As I head for the car, a slight breeze wafts up inside my skirt and my walking stride feels assertive and purposeful. I call that a strut and I'm always reminded of the Bob Seger song where the line, "Oh. They love to watch her strut" goes through my mind like an earworm.

In my own tiny mind "prance" has a more frivolous connotation than "strut", but maybe they're the same thing with different labels.