Summer

My Season of Skirts and Sunlight

There’s a way the world smells different in summer.

It’s a mix of warm pavement, ripened fruit, and that faint salt-and-skin perfume that rides the breeze even miles from the coast. For most people, it’s simply the scent of “vacation.” For me, it’s something more intimate - an opening, a stage, a permission slip from the universe to be exactly as I am now: feminine, playful, unapologetically myself.

Summer is my favorite season for many reasons, but the deepest is this: it’s when my femininity blooms most naturally. The sun doesn’t just light the days - it illuminates my spirit. My wardrobe becomes a little brighter, my steps a little lighter, and my confidence a little bolder. It’s skirt weather, nail-color weather, anklet weather… and that changes everything.

The Dance of the Skirt

I used to think skirts were just garments - fabric sewn into a circle or A-line. Functional, sometimes pretty, but nothing more. Now I know better. A skirt, especially in summer, is a language all its own.

My favorite style falls below the knee, brushing the calf with each step, swinging and airy, with layers that catch the air like whispers. Sometimes the tiers are edged with lace, sometimes a soft frill dances with each step, and sometimes the fabric itself feels like a meadow in bloom - floral patterns that sway as I walk.

In summer, the skirt becomes my personal wind instrument. A small breeze turns a simple stroll into something cinematic. I can feel the warm air swirling beneath the hem, teasing against my skin, reminding me in a thousand tiny touches that I’m alive and here in this body, living this chapter.

And there’s something about knowing I chose this - this softness, this movement, this swish - that fills me with joy. In winter, I might still wear skirts, but they’re hidden under tights, boots, and coats. Summer gives me freedom: bare legs, glowing knees, and the easy elegance of fabric that moves as freely as my mood.

Color at My Fingertips ... and Toes

One of my favorite summer rituals is changing my toenail color. Weekly, if I’m being disciplined; more often, if the mood strikes.

There’s something decadent about painting them a juicy coral one week, then a shimmering sea-glass green the next. Sometimes they’re playful pastel - like pistachio gelato or cotton-candy pink - and sometimes bold, like the deep red of ripe strawberries.

Summer sandals and open-toed shoes turn my feet into little canvases, and I never tire of glancing down and seeing that flash of color. It’s not just decoration; it’s expression. My toenails become a part of my outfit, a little flourish that says, I paid attention to beauty today.

And when the sunlight hits freshly painted polish? The shine feels like a wink from the day itself.

Anklets: The Poetry Around the Ankle

I think anklets are one of the most underappreciated accessories. They’re subtle - just a fine chain or a delicate string of beads - yet they completely change how I feel.

In summer, when my ankles are bare and sun-warmed, an anklet becomes a tiny jewel in motion. It shifts as I walk, rests softly when I cross my legs, and glimmers when I pause in the shade. Some of mine are simple silver, catching the light with each step. Others are bohemian with tiny shells, beads, or charms that make a barely-audible music when I move.

I love how they create a quiet sense of intimacy - most people might never notice them unless they’re close. They’re a secret shared between me and the few who take the time to really look.

The Romance of Summer Evenings

Of course, it’s not just the clothes or the colors. Summer gives me a setting for romance - not always with another person, but with life itself.

There’s nothing like the golden hour when the sun is low and the air is still warm, and I’m walking somewhere - nowhere special, just somewhere - feeling the hem of my skirt brush my thighs and the weight of my anklet shift ever so slightly. My toes peek out from sandals, painted in that week’s color, and the scent of jasmine or lilac rides the breeze.

And then there are those evenings spent with a beloved one. The air hums softly between us, the conversation slows, and touch becomes its own quiet language. A hand rests lightly on my knee, fingertips grazing the curve of bare skin just beneath the hem. Then, in a gesture so subtle it could almost be imagined, the skirt is eased upward just a little, enough for more warm skin to be revealed. The shiver it sends through me has nothing to do with cool air - it’s the delicious awareness of closeness, of being seen and cherished in that moment. It’s not about passion in its loudest form - it’s about the slow, tender electricity of connection.

The world feels softer then. The light is forgiving, the air is gentle, and strangers seem to smile more easily. If romance is a mood, summer evenings are its muse.

Freedom and Confidence

One of the most beautiful changes since I began living feminized is this sense of sartorial freedom. Summer is when I get to show that freedom in a way that feels natural.

My femininity isn’t tucked away under layers - it’s in plain sight. The swing of my skirt, the color of my nails, the sparkle at my ankle - they’re all signals, not just to others, but to myself. Signals that say: You are living the life you dreamed of.

I Am Living the Life I Dreamed Of

I think back to summers before, when I might have longed to wear these things but didn’t. The heat would make me restless, but I couldn’t translate that restlessness into expression. Now, every day is a small love letter to the version of me who waited for this moment.

The Flirtation Between Comfort and Beauty

Some people think dressing femininely in summer means sacrificing comfort. I’ve found the opposite. Below-the-knee skirts with a gentle swing are cooler and freer than shorts. Soft fabrics and open sandals make every step feel effortless. And there’s no better season for letting your skin breathe.

In fact, comfort becomes part of the beauty. There’s nothing stiff or constraining about my summer look. Everything moves, everything breathes, everything feels like an extension of the season’s own ease.

Season of Transformation

Summer has become, for me, not just a favorite season but a metaphor. It’s the time of year when everything is in full bloom - not just flowers, but identities, dreams, and desires.

Each skirt I wear feels like a celebration of how far I’ve come. Each polish change is a reminder that transformation can be joyful and frequent. Each anklet is a little talisman of self-love, worn proudly on sunlit streets.

In summer, I don’t just exist - I flourish.

A Love Letter to Summer

So yes, summer is my favorite season. Not because of the weather (though I love the heat), and not just because of vacations or long days (though those are lovely too). It’s because summer is when my femininity feels most at home.

It’s when the skirts I love aren’t just appropriate - they’re perfect. It’s when the colors on my toes can be as bright and changing as the summer sky. It’s when my accessories don’t just complement my look, but become part of the story I’m telling with each step.

Summer lets me be visible in the most natural way. It wraps me in sunlight, dresses me in breezes, and lets my confidence glow as warmly as the day.

And for that, I will always love it.