
By *sTiLeTTa*
Romper.
Doesn't have the most pleasant sound to it, does it. And what's more, (for me), images of babies crawling around in one-piece jumpers/ coveralls immediately flood my thoughts. Why would anyone over the age of 9 months want to make a fashion statement with that.
According to wikipedia, a romper suit is: "a one-piece garment worn by children and sometimes women." Key words: SOMETIMES WOMEN. A little history for you ladies, too: "rompers appeared in the United States of America in the early 1900s. They were very popular as playwear for younger children because people thought they were ideal for movement."
Hmmm. Where and when did the romper-suit evolve to a stylistic element of the more mature, female wardrobe? And riddle me this-- what elements make the romper stylistically acceptable and eye-catching to the well-seasoned fashionista?
Well, perhaps it creates a well-bonded silhouette. No breaks. No loose ends. A defined waistline that hits higher on the midframe, creating a naturally thinner and elongated appearance. Who would object to such a blessing??
Maybe the piece is seen by some as impossible to pull off (figuratively AND literally, but the former being more crucial). That alter-ego might be whispering, "Only lanky model-y girls can work the romper suit..." I shall beg to differ. If you are brave enough to prove such stigmas wrong and walk out the door with a flare of confidence, knowing that you are donning something a bit out of the ordinary, all the power to ya sister. Do yo thang. Work. It. That confidence and small step out of ~le comfort zone~ will exude in each step, and people will not only notice such energy, but how fascinatingly unique such an outfit is.
Whoever said that fashion does not repeat itself was delirious. In the case of the romper, I never thought I would be able to buy an item of clothing that too closely resembled something we wore when all we knew how to do was babble, drool, and scratch an awful diaper rash.
I was a victim of thinking the above stereoptypes. Until tonight. That's right, I can now declare to the world that I...Own... A Romper. (Does that make me a rompee?) Who knows. But I know one thing: I will go to bed tonight with a strange feeling of accomplishment and a subtle boost of self-confidence, and I like that.






