I expose body parts; my name is Miniskirt.

Confession of miniskirt


My name is miniskirt/dress. I was born in ancient Greek.  Fighters and slaves were my first owners. My popularity peaked in the ‘swinging London’ of the 1960. Before then, I was only seen in sport clothing, such as the one worn by female tennis players, figure skaters and cheer leaders. There was this time Venus Williams wore a transparent me, that was one of my proudest moments. My task of exposing parts was highly amplified.

In 1970s, I was edged out by longer skirts named midi and maxi. And a journalist by the name Christopher booker tried to explain my exit. He said that there was nowhere else to go; I have gone high enough and transformed girls into throw away plastic objects. I was distraught, depressed and annoyed at the same time. I tried to remain resolute to the insults and hating that was flying all over. Though in…

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Posted on October 19, 2014, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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