I don’t care
about fashion anymore
but do have favorite looks.
A pink hooded tee
with three-quarter sleeves
that floats
on my shoulder blade hangers.
Delicious dark wash denim
with zero pudge overflow.
High-waisted sweatpants
tied tight to defy gravity.
My signature
ample green sweatshirt
my NY uncle
got me from his job at Perrier.
And underneath it all,
a skintight leotard daily.
It holds me in,
defines my edges,
Keeps you from oozing out.
makes me feel safe and secure
like a little girl.