I started a new job a few months ago. Truth be told it’s a little stuffy in here, could someone crack a window?
My identity is being challenged again. I am left in clouds of dust screaming,
I am a girl!
Though I am in the midst of a mans world attempting to express my ultimate femininity through this ocean of suits and a vivid buzz cut. It’s all blue and grey where I am a beacon of fluorescence.
I dream of swirling swing dresses, fitted fur coats and gloved hand holding in the snow. I dream of being paraded on your arm where people stop in their laboured tracks to watch the most handsome couple stroll through forest fires unharmed. Jaws lulling open.
Where a scarf the size of a blanket envelops me and becomes my hat, adds to layers of coats and cardigans. Where I am your little cloaked bird, singing into the deepest reaches of you. Loving you there.
This battle is one not won easily. This gentleman’s world flecked with misogyny and I am at the mercy of the dollar.
Smile, speak, be underestimated.
I bet your wife dressed you this morning. I bet you have no idea how to care for that wool poly blend, ten percent tencel.
I bet your ties are pre-tied.