When You Love the Wrong Man (But Wear the Right Dress)

There’s nothing quite like realizing you’ve been loving the wrong man while wearing the perfect dress.

It was navy, classic, and fit like it was designed for my second act. I wore it to an event I barely wanted to attend, for a man who didn’t really see me anymore. And yet, I walked in hoping that maybe, just maybe, something would change.

Spoiler: it didn’t. But I did.

Somewhere between the fake smiles and the clinking glasses, I realized I had become a version of myself that felt unfamiliar. Smaller. Dimmer. Quieter. All for a love that had started out loud but ended in compromise. I had outgrown the version of me that needed to be chosen. And more than that, I realized I no longer wanted to fight to be seen by someone who only ever loved the idea of me.

That night, the blue  dress wasn’t just an outfit. It was my armor. It reminded me of who I was before I shrank. It reminded me that elegance and strength can coexist and that sometimes, the right dress is what gives you the courage to leave the wrong situation.

So, if you’re ever standing in a room and wondering how you got there, wondering why you feel invisible, wondering when you stopped shining check the dress. If it still fits, chances are, you’re not the problem.

You’re just in the wrong chapter.

And sister, you’re allowed to turn the page in heels, head high, and looking absolutely fabulous.