Tonight I have my second ever improv show. It marks the end of a course that I have been doing and all of us in the class have a chat group. There have been talks of a dress code going around and it seems to have settled on jeans and a colourful top.
I always wear dresses or skirts. If you had told younger me that I would always be in skirts and dresses then I would have laughed at you. I don’t have any jeans, though I used to always wear those thin almost jean trousers but I don’t like how much they accentuate my bum. I’m not saying that I have a great bum but I really don’t feel comfortable anymore with it being so prominent. Swimwear is a topic of conversation for another time.
I bought some three-quarter length trousers a few months ago in a sale as I liked them and thought that for improv I should get something that isn’t a skirt. I normally wear leggings so it isn’t an issue for me to flash underneath my skirt to people, but I thought it was time to think about getting back into trousers.
I woke up this morning and decided that I would wear these trousers. I didn’t want to say to the group that I don’t have jeans, I don’t want to feel obliged to have to go to buy jeans but I also don’t want people to think that I am trying to be the odd one out by wearing a skirt, though I might still be the odd one out by not wearing jeans. Anyways, I was like I’m going to wear these and I’m not going to shave my legs. People won’t really notice the growing hairs on my legs and it will be fine.
Skip forward 2 hours and I shaved them off after realising that if I do any kind of big movement (like a lunge, I do end up doing those a lot in improv) then hairs will be flashed and I don’t want to worry about that. However I still have my armpits to deal with, which I’m not going to physically deal with but just mentally deal with. There have a couple of incidents recently where I have exposed them – last week on the tube when I had to hold a handrail, I spent those 2-ish minutes holding the handrail mentally talking to myself, and yesterday at an improv class (I felt like I needed some prep before tonight) where I had forgotten about the armpit issue when choosing my top. Luckily the game that involved the exposure was over quick. However I am wearing the same top tonight as it is colourful, but it does also cover my bum so that makes that less of an issue. It seems like a good time to embrace my underarm hair, but hopefully I don’t become awkward and let it ruin my scenes due to not wanting to move my arms past my shoulders…