Last Night I was outside of my Body, observing a different version of Me,
Tall, Beautiful, and Bold enough to wear heels on my feet, Sexy, Dressed up, being the source of other women’s Envy, slid tightly into a Red dress, with a slit about Thigh high, and beading that flashed Brightly, equipped with gloves that emphasized the Length of my arms nicely, knowing that I am being Seen, there was no way I couldn’t Be, Elegance paired with Bravery, standing out Boldly, a hand on my Hip when talking casually, showing off the Curves yoga gave me, a gentle Caress of a costumed face, playing out Actions that I would not normally take, walking into a room with Confidence, finding it Easier than I once thought, playing this Siren’s part, tossing my Hair back lightly, so that you can see the red on my Lips shining, moving Slowly, so you can notice the Sway in my hips while walking, Smiling, Knowing that I am who other women want to be, Envied for being skinny, Admired for my bravery, approached for my Sexuality,
Without a single Picture of me, I know the Woman I would see, she is dressed Extravagantly, Standing tall, Arching her back slightly, Enhancing her femininity, winking Playfully, I will not recognize Her as Me, but I will notice the subtle Similarities, her eyes flashing Anxiety, an uncomfortable Pain in her feet, a hint of Awkwardness in the way she is moving, she is still Learning, but ever so Surely, she will become the Woman that others see, Bold, Brave, Beautiful, no Costume needed, the Change is happening,
There is no picture of the Woman I was Last Night,
But I will soon be that Woman All Of The Time.