I am wearing a dress today, and it's been a while since I last wore a dress,
The last time was probably when I was ten,
Running down the streets with my dress flowing through the winds,
However it has lost the same vibe since, or is it just me?

Now this dress just clings onto me, squeezing out all my insecurities,
And with a death claw on my skin, it scratches over the surface and digs deeper within,
And pulls out all the doubts hiding behind the weak wall of self esteem,
It then auctions them for the whole world, to put a bid.

And bid it does, with it's subtle side gazes and whispers,
Whispers that echo in my head till it's too bright to call it a night,
And out of all the worst ones, some are more familiar than light
For they belong to me as I pull down my dress from the corners and sides.

I don't hate dresses though, cause they are not the ones to blame,
It's just the world that has taught me to hate myself in them,
For it's forbidden for the world to see anything but perfect skin,
A skin which won't put any creases to the precious "second skin", a skin which is just enough thin.

But by no means will I take this dress off,
I will make it my armour and fight like we have always fought,
And are still fighting to love ourselves, with all the curves and caves;
For all bodies deserve beautiful strawberry dresses, not measuring tapes.

© pandawithglasses

#Acceptance #selflove #bodypositivity @Writco @RaquelCosta