There is power
in dashing expectations,
shedding them like a second skin
to be discarded and forgotten.
For someone else to find it.
Try it on.
Suddenly defined by an ill-fitting ideal
they were never meant to fill.

But there is strength
in picking it up
and making something new of it.
Putting it back on,
wearing the truth proudly
when they tell you it doesn't fit.
Doesn't suit you.

When that day comes,
hand them the needle and thread.
Perhaps these expectations
don't suit them either.
Maybe it's time we asked the world
to start living up to ours.