I Enjoy Being a Girl

I Enjoy Being a Girl
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10/12/2014
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10/12/2014

I enjoy being a girl and I enjoy wearing men’s clothes. Lest you think there’s a contradiction here, let me explain. I have always believed that men’s clothing on a very feminine woman enhances her femininity.

Through the years I have “borrowed” clothing from my father and various boyfriends. Sometimes I'd make a half-hearted attempt to give the clothing back, but when they saw how cute I looked in their clothes ...

Here are a few of my treasures that look far from masculine regardless of their provenance.

I have a blue polo shirt that I wear as a dress. It originally belonged to a 6'4", 285-lb. football player. It comes just above my knee and I wear it with a belt, a scarf, and jewelry and, if I do say so myself, it looks much better on me.

There are two Burberry trench coats in my wardrobe that belonged to my father. I love them and I wear them. They’re so big, I can layer things under them so I can wear them in cold weather.

Of course, scarves and mufflers are all fair game. I even have leather gloves that belonged to my father. They’re very expensive, and I hated the thought of parting with them even if it would have been for charity. Yes, they’re a little on the large side, but my father was not terribly big so I wear them quite nicely.

I have a number of beautiful shirts that I wear with leggings. They can’t be worn as dresses since they have shirt-tails and where the tails go up, they’re a little too short.

My grandfather’s pocket watch and chain are also among the many things that I treasure. The chain makes a great bracelet, and the watch is very chic on a black velvet rope around my neck.

Ties have great possibilities. Wear one as a belt. Fred Astaire did it all the time. Or you can wear one tied loosely around the neck.

There is one article of clothing that is beyond what I would consider wearing given their size and proportion. So far I haven’t figured out how to wear men’s pants. Even when the “boyfriend” look was so popular, they were still impossibly big.

But before you start raiding the nearest man’s closet—a word of advice: If you’re very big, meaning tall or stocky, perhaps you think twice.

Miriam Silverberg is a freelance journalist and owner of Miriam Silverberg Associates, a boutique publicity firm in Manhattan. She may be reached at [email protected]

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