Sometimes I think I take
“Dress for the job you want” a little too seriously But in my youth, when I was always swathed In hand-me-down velvet dresses And always feeling like I was In someone else’s skin I craved for the freedom to shape my image, To appear in a way that would make people like me, Or at least Make me like myself. Now, on days when I want to be pretty I wear dresses, Suits on days when I want to stand up straight Reds on days when I search for confidence Grays when I just want to stay still. I experiment with layers, Jackets, Dresses and skirts Constantly shaping and creating The kind of person I want to be. I wear yellow On the days When I am looking for myself, When above all else I want to remember That I am someone I can come home to For the courage and resilience To start over, To be silly To make mistakes and still be okay. So when the barista at the coffee shop remarks “I love all your yellow,” I freeze for half a second Before smiling back and saying “It’s a very yellow day.” And it is. that feel when you do something that made you nervous, are successful, and then are left with a leftover pile of nerves that somehow haven't gotten the memo - Atlas
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