Student No: 2014-6-0059

Being A Lady In A Day

Its 8:00 in the morning and Im wearing a dress the color of dead forests and tin
cans. The fit is tighter than anything Ive worn in my life; the cut is modern and angular.
Almost haphazard; the material is stiff and thick but somehow breathable. I stare at my
legs and wonder that I own a pair. I feel more exposed than I ever have in my life. For
17 years Ive trained myself to cover every inch of exposed skin and now my mom is
forcing me to peel the layers away. My skin is still steaming. My bones are bandaged in
the tight folds of this strange dress; the zipper is the only thing holding me together.
I am sitting in a blue room. The walls are wallpapered in cloth, the color of a
perfect summer sky, the floor tucked into a carpet 2 inches thick, the entire room was
filled with set of chairs and tables but a velvet chair is punched out of a constellation. I
am sitting alone in a velvet chair in a blue room wearing a dress made of olives. My lips
will stay stitched shut with the scenes of this morning forever but my heart is so full of
confidence and wonder and peace and possibility that its about to burst and I wonder if
it will rip the dress. Hope is hugging me, holding me in its arms, wiping away my tears
and telling me that starting today I will become a lady and I will be just fine and Im so
delirious I actually dare to believe it.