I can’t wear
a new dress
without a consciousness
of who thinks I’m attractive
I feel the gaze of men
looking me up and down
and I’m no longer a person
Yet I wore this dress
because I felt beautiful
I wore this dress
to feel like me
not to invite the gazes
Now that I have
I want to retreat into a shell
Something fun
has turned into
something ill
ad the gazes of women
tell me they hate me
don’t celebrate me
All I wanted
was to feel good
in the clothes I wear
to express myself
Instead
I’ve been treated like
I’ve made a statement
to be competition
or
an object
to play with


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