As a little girl, I simply loved to play dress up. I’d pull out my sparkly pink dress, my mom’s old heels, and my mini-tiara and pretend I was a princess in a faraway land. I ordered my servants (aka my little brother) around and waited for my prince to come. It’s probably when my penchant for acting was first born.
And again tonight, at age 26, I’ll be playing dress up. We’re hosting a costume party for our Sunday School class. I didn’t figure adults liked playing dress up.
But oh boy, they do!
So what is it about dressing up that we love? Is it simply the fun of it? The fact that it makes us feel like kids again? Or does it go deeper than that?
Could it be that we like being someone other than ourselves, albeit temporarily? Maybe sometimes, our own lives are too difficult and we want an escape. Or maybe we gain a sense of confidence in someone else’s shoes that we can’t seem to find in our own.
I don’t have the answers. All I know is I love pretending to be someone else.
Maybe I don’t need to know why.
Questions for you: Do you like dressing up in costume? If so, why? If not, why?