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Dec 2013
I'm 17 and I still don't know how to
Dress nice.
I will be a woman soon.
I am going to have to know.

My whole life
I practically refused
To dress fancy;
In heels,
Lace,
Jewelry,
Silk,
Shalls,
Skirts,
Ruffles,
Anything.

Because I felt so uncomfortable.
So undeserving
So misplaced
I would feel stupid
I didn't feel good enough
I always
Felt like I was doing it wrong.
It made me feel uglier.

Then I just wear
Converse,
Flannels,
Fipped jeans,
Handmade bracelets, and
I feel more in my element.
But I don't feel accepted.
I feel judged.

My wardrobe isn't for a woman.
My wardrobe is still for a
Little girl
Who grew up in a neighborhood
With boys.
I'm still a little girl
Who wants to go play basketball.

I hope I can learn
To dress professionally
And be confident with
Myself.
Amaranth Elk
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Amaranth Elk
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