I cover myself
In multiple layers
Hating the body
That I have
I am not pretty
And it’s not important
But I don’t want
My flaws to be seen
Huge sweaters
Are a blessing
Hats and hoods
Are a gift
Piles of cloth
Are my armour
And I’m grateful
I have them.
@tamsnumber4 Feb 2022
Piles of cloth
Are my armour
I know....right? Especially since covid...stupid body, I am living this write, so it is right on. This idea of being "pretty"...why did they screw us gals up so badly....it is a great write, but it is sad that it is so true.
@metalfoot Feb 2022
Much deep truth here. All of us wear clothing to hide who we are to some extent. I don't know if you watched the Sherlock series with Benedict Cumberbatch in the eponymous role but the episode where the villain deliberately appears before him nude was more than just a 'pushing the boundaries' moment; it was a critical commentary on how we all use clothing to construct our personas and identities and how so much of what we assume and infer on people is based on how they dress.
Anyway, I really like this poem. A lot.