Mind over Migraine
Red Dress
She doesn’t need a red dress.
She sheds it and with it, her insecurities;
she sheds the expectations and arbitrary standards,
put on her by the layers of her world.
She is bold and undressed,
willing to show herself to the world;
to expose the perfection of her imperfection.
She is powerful
and willing to face pain without defense.
She is done hiding.
Fuck the red dress.
She doesn’t need a red dress.
She sheds it and with it, her insecurities;
she sheds the expectations and arbitrary standards,
put on her by the layers of her world.
She is bold and undressed,
willing to show herself to the world;
to expose the perfection of her imperfection.
She is powerful
and willing to face pain without defense.
She is done hiding.
Fuck the red dress.
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