The Devil Wears...a Wifebeater

Today I wore a dress because it was hot outside.

I’m still wearing this dress.

It isn’t as freeing as they make it out to be.

First of all, who am I trying to be in this thing? I should feel feminine and cute and fabulous and attractive and spunky and classy and confident and gorgeous.

But instead I just feel like a man in a dress.

A fat man in a dress. And a very poor drag queen.

This dress makes me feel ridiculous.

And I probably won’t wear such a dress again, because it amplifies everything I do not like about myself physically and reminds me that I often try to be something I'm just not.

And that’s all I have to say about today.

“And.”