’90s mom who is missing summer and wearing skirts without panties

She pulled that floral skirt from the back of the closet the moment the heat broke, the hem brushing mid-thigh every time she moves. There's something deliberate in the way she shifts her weight, lets the fabric settle, knowing exactly what isn't underneath.

The afternoon light catches the curve of her legs, that particular confidence that comes with a woman who stopped apologizing for her body somewhere around 1994 and never looked back.

She misses sticky summers, windows down, the freedom of dressing for herself. That skirt isn't nostalgia — it's a reminder that some habits, once started, never really stopped.