I love Halloween. It’s my favorite holiday next to Thanksgiving.

The scary movies, chilly weather and the seemingly endless supply of chocolate all appeal to me.

But I’ve always been skeptical about “adult” Halloween costumes.

Last year, I was the character Anna from “Frozen.” It worked out perfectly because my former roommate has long blond hair so she was Elsa.

This Halloween I bought my first “adult” costume. And by adult, I mean I would not be comfortable handing out candy to children while wearing it.

At first, I thought I was going to feel super uncomfortable while wearing it.

I’m not used to showing so much of my chest and legs at the same time.

Surprisingly, once I did my makeup and hair and put the outfit on, I felt more confident than I had a long time.

I used to be the type of person who would look at the “Slutty Bunny” costume and think “wow, how original,”and it would be accompanied with an eye roll.

I was a maid this year.

I was reluctant to do so because I didn’t want to fall into the cliché of being something “slutty” for Halloween.

Surprisingly, having a costume like this changed the way I felt about myself.

I really did feel more confident.

No, it wasn’t because I was getting attention from the opposite sex.

As I said, I was nervous about going out in public with so little on.

Usually if I feel nervous about what I’m wearing. Even if I get reassured several times that it looks good, I still end up changing outfits.

I forced myself to go out with it on and have a good time. I told myself over and over not to worry about what others thought about me.

Only when I started to hang out with friends and have fun did I stop being so self-conscious.

Looking around the room, I noticed varying degrees of skin-showing costumes.

I saw two Hermiones (a character from “Harry Potter”), one sexy and one serious.

Both girls were having fun and didn’t seem concerned with the way they looked. Instead, they were concerned with how much fun they were having.

I’ve always been for men and women being able to wear what they want.

The strict examples of dress codes at schools that make news stories anger me as much as the next person.

However, I was still very judgmental when I would see young women wearing super short-shorts and crop tops.

“Why would their mothers ever let them go out like that,” I would question. I continued to do this over and over again.

On Halloween, I realized that being as judgmental as I had been, was just as bad as girls being sent home for rather modest outfits.

If your outfit makes you feel like the baddest chick around, then wear it.

I have resolved to attempt to not judge people based on what they want to wear, whether it’s showing a lot of skin or it covers every inch of their body.

So to all the people I saw on Saturday, you looked fantastic and I hope you strutted your stuff like you owned Wayne.