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Who Am I Wearing?
How can I wear my pride without conflict?
Something inside of me wonders;
How can I be myself without backlash?
I am not jealous of other girls or what they wear.
Nor am I influenced by their confidence and elegance.
I am instead jealous of their freedom.
Freedom; to wear what they want others to see them as.
Confident.
Freedom; to wear what they are comfortable with.
Themselves.
Instead what I get is a ticket back to my room.
A ticket to lack of self-esteem
A ticket to hoodies and sweatpants that I can’t fit;
A ticket to “Who am I?”
“What are you wearing?”
“Cover yourself up.”
“Go change”
“Act like lady”
Even when I am wearing clothes that do not fit.
I attract others like hummingbirds to nectar on a tree.
So why change myself for society’s rules and regulations?
I am a woman.
I am someone who I want to become.
Why change?
I wear my own skin.
I wear what makes me feel confident that day.
I do not care about others' stares or muttering of my style.
My past and how I grew up defines who I am.
But it does not define who I become.
The only thing that stays and lingers in my mind are things others have said;
“Do not make a name for yourself”
Things I started to believe,
“Men are dogs, don't let yourself become a piece of meat.”
Things I started to become.
Self Conscious.
Anxious.
Trapped.
Lost; wondering who I am.
My mirror mimics my movements but today it seems to be asking me the same question I ask myself;
“Who am I wearing today?”
Lydia S Who Am I Wearing? 2.29.20
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So, in middle school I was very self consious. I lived in a generation where middle schoolers and freshman in high school were wearing crop tops and leggings; or less. So I did everything I could to fit in, without knowing who I was I kept trying to be everyone else. Until sophomore year when I finally got a personality I could call my own I started wondering if anyone went through the same "phase" I did. That is around the time that I wrote this piece when I was reflecting last year.