Just a little drabble for my own (and hopefully your) pleasure. And I have to promote my site. http/daimeera. contains random stuff, including a story that has never been posted on here. I'm also slowly adding commentary to my current stories, which I know is ridiculous, but whatever. Anywho, enjoy the drabble!
I wore polka dot shorts today. I had other clothes clean--ones that were more flattering, more fashionable, but I wore polka dots. And my world didn't collapse.
Polka dots cling to your butt in all the wrong places. They accentuate every bit of your body that isn't stick thin. They curve over your bumps and scream your imperfections. And I wore polka dot shorts today.
It wasn't my idea. She told me, "wear something you hate. Wear something tight and feel good in it." Of course it was wishful thinking, but I'm a faithful slave and so I did it anyway. I wore polka dot shorts today.
I avoided mirrors. I avoided looking at myself. And all day, I felt stares upon me, and I turned up my nose at food that was offered, but then I gave a sheepish smile and I ate it. And then, for two minutes at a time, I began to forget that I wore polka dot shorts today.
I was walking into the mall, trying to hide myself, when I heard a low whistle of appreciation. I thought for sure it was sarcasm, but I looked over and saw a genuine smile on his face. I smiled back, and I carried myself a little bit taller. He thought I was beautiful--and I wore polka dot shorts today!
And you know what? I can almost look myself in the mirror tonight. I can almost feel happy, I can almost feel proud of myself. Because, after all, I wore polka dot shorts today.