I wake up, brush my teeth and prepare for another day.
This morning my rouge seems brighter
while my lips are covered perfectly within the lines of easy and breezy.
My patterned dress clinches in at the waist.
The top of its fabric plummeting south to remind me of my own flesh.
Sometimes it’s good to be reminded.
I can reach for the stars in these pumps,
which accentuate my perfectly shaved and silky to the touch legs.
When I look in the mirror I smile.
I feel beautiful.
But when I leave my abode I prepare myself for a day filled with
whistles while they work,
courteous head nods
and, at times,
blame for what I call my own
and you call “your problem”.
Remind myself to be strong and go on with my day.
I wake up, brush my teeth, cut my hair and prepare for another day.
I’m seeing the lines between myself and my counterparts fade this morning.
I feel no need to cover my face in another skin.
No need to dance the blade in its usual rhythm up my thighs.
But maybe I’ll paint my eyes?
Today I will paint my eyes.
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