I'm shameless. I love being a girl. I used to be the anti-female, I was even mistaken for a boy until I was 15. Half my life I went unnoticed as a woman and even further, barely acknowledged myself as such. Baggy jeans and t-shirts were my uniform for years.
Then one day, I cut my hair in a bob. I looked like a flapper from the 20's. I painted on thick eyeliner and wore dresses for the first time, (albeit with combat boots, but true change takes a spell.) I was a pixie punk with a vendetta against the world and I lived it to its fullest.
Now my hair is long and I'm older, not necesarily wiser. I've been making up for lost time.
I love being a woman. Love bottles of potions and my closet full of costumes. I play dress up every day.
casting glances, showing skin
and throwing my head back with laughter
so my curls fall just right
on the small of my back
and you watch where they touch my spine
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Is that little bit on the bottom your little bit? I like it.
That it is. Thank you Charlie.
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