WOMAN-ified ME

I was born a woman but ended up acting the opposite. Clumsiness and its cousins in the thesaurus is what I am. Finesse goes unsaid and unheard in my world. I preferred oversized tees over fitting blouses. I refused figure-flaterring dresses for loose pants. I would choose a paintless face even being merged with a bin of all-made-up pretties.

But I knew I am a woman inside. So are the secret feelings that have silently died. It was only me who knows everything of what-really-is.

It was hard shifting to finer moves. Oh graceful me in sweat!

I hate being with someone who I cannot see myself. Because to me, gaudiness is parallel to fun.

Not long after, I’ve been to stores of pallets. So the smudged me emerged.

Little by little, I’ve added garments I thought I can never wear.

These changes of seeing ourselves that can improve us.