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kzachar1 ooh that’s a God idea, lemme write that
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Why do we dress up?


Why do I want to dress up?

Perhaps to numb the reality

That keeps stinging in my chest

Making it hard to breathe.

Once I throw that costume over my head

Feeling the crinkly anticipation from the fabric

Feeling the brief whoosh of transforming into fantasy

I am released from my prison.

I can be whoever I want to be

I can do whatever I want to do.

No one will know that it's me

Huddling inside a huge husk of a facade

No one will question

Gently peel away layers

Until they see my fresh, cold scared face


It's fun being in the costume

Prancing around, laughing

But now I'm hot

And I'm getting tired.

Tired of people not knowing it's me.

Tired of me almost drowning my real self in the costume.

So tenderly I unravel my fantastical image

My unicorn stories, my macaroni-pasted memories

I hold out my hands to steady myself, and fear briefly wraps around me for a moment, pretending to be my mother. Pretending to comfort me so I can yield.

But I twirl it away. I look myself in the mirror and say so quietly, so delicate that it would not break,

"I love you."

And I leave with my costume wadded

On the floor.

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