Sporting “my style” for a few days in the office without commentary from anyone… other than on Day 2… gave me a small boost of confidence. I hadn’t spoken of my condition to anyone and wasn’t really planning on it. No one was asking me, I was new, and therefore shouldn’t have to concern myself with explaining my style if no one cared enough to ask.
But then, I did.
A co-worker of mine was telling me about her mom’s embroidery business. Being now intensely curious about leggings and legging manufacturers I asked her if she had a sewing machine, lived in Dallas, and/or would be willing to help me with an upcoming sewing project.
Casually, and with good reason, she pressed me for a few more details. (Sewing as a hobby feels a little “old school.”) Equally as nonchalantly I stood up (remembering how few people actually pay attention to what you’re wearing on a day-to-day basis) and explained my condition from a style perspective.
Since I was new she didn’t ask for too many more details (other than those supplied), but said that she would ask her mom about sewing leggings.
It was weird… I felt a little better knowing that “my story” was out in the open, but didn’t feel pressured to tell anyone.