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.
