in the Aritzia fitting room

you should wear something more feminine

I appreciate the sentiment but

when I wake up

there’s a chance

I’ll cut my hair

down to my scalp

and slouch

so my chest is flat

and chisel my

cheeks and jaw

’til they’re just right.

I worry

what if the feeling is fleeting?

is it safer to stay static?

tell everyone I bought a lilac dress and a pair of tan three-inch heels

they’ll be glad to hear I’m trying a little harder to conform.