Getting Dressed

I put on a dress.

Turn once, twice in the mirror,

inspect my ass, my legs, my breasts.

I look myself in the eyes,

smile,

comfortable with my pieces

and the way they fit

together,

satisfied,

with how I have learned

to carry myself

lovingly,

deliberately,

and with pride.

Then, I imagine

walking outside.

Disjointed voices.

Crawling eyes.

I take off the dress.

Written By: Camryn Burkins

About the Author: Camryn is a writer and engineer from Houston, TX. Having left the engineering field to pursue her literary aspirations, her vision is a more unified and empathetic world, facilitated through the stories we tell each other. She can be found in libraries, coffee shops, and furiously scribbling on park benches.