Each of us has such a dress. The same one. It doesn’t have to be the most expensive. Maybe even simple. But you just have to put it on and everything around changes. Your back straightens, your gaze gently shines, and your mood seems to come home.

It’s not about the fabric. And it’s not even about the style. It’s about the feeling. About how clothes can emphasize, not mask. How they can reflect our inner state — or help us find it.

I put on my dress — and suddenly I remember that I’m not only an analyst, strategist, and planner. I’m a woman. I’m alive. I’m thin, flexible, and strong at the same time.

Perhaps this is the power of dresses: they don’t change us, they only help us return to ourselves.