sometimes the dress feels like a soft breath
a quiet hope wrapped in fabric
that touches my skin like a secret i’m afraid to speak aloud
it’s the way light moves when i twirl
the way i feel seen without saying a word
but also fragile
like i’m holding something precious
and maybe breaking at the edges
other times the suit feels like a shield
strong and steady
like i’m putting on a voice
a body armor made of sharp lines and silent courage
it says i belong here
even when my heart wants to run
and still
it doesn’t hide the parts of me that tremble beneath the surface
sometimes i wonder if it matters at all
the clothes i choose
if the world will ever stop asking questions
or trying to put me in boxes
when all i want
is to be held
accepted
for every piece
soft and hard
loud and quiet
in dresses and suits
and everything in between
the mirror shows me a thousand versions
none of them perfect
all of them me
and maybe that is enough
to find peace
to find home
in the way i wear myself today
and every day after
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