When I was a kid, I thought it was weird to wash clothes right-side-out.
Why would you wash the side of the cloth that doesn’t touch your body?
I thought it made much more sense to wash clothes inside-out,
So that the clean side of the socks would be the side touching your toes.
As I grew older, I realized, that washing your clothes was not all about
We smile proudly, parading in front of society in our
Our sweaters look pristine externally as we fight the scratchy wool and
Pokey tags internally.
We spend precious time shopping, cleaning, matching, accessorizing, and
Ironing out the wrinkles.
We squeeze into clothes that are too small, something we
Refuse to admit to ourselves.
We disguise our bodies, faces, hair in pretty cloth and mystery chemicals
Before we dare leave the house.
We abandon all rationality and
Paint ourselves purple purely for others’ benefit.
Our standards are inside-out.