How was my day?

It was only a denim skirt, with opaque black tights

I'm conscious of their stare.

Eyes wandering down.

I feel invaded. 

Judged-not admired

or approved

or accepted.

Judged because 'oh, it's too cold'

Judged because 'it's the legs

they're just too long'

Or as honestly said by 

a drunk, bus sheltering,

mackintosh wearing,

old lady- judged because

'You're a skank!'

Admittedly in my head it was s****y

but that broadcast description-

that will do.

Sit down-creases up

Cross legs-reveals more

Run away-

it rises up to my ears.

Maybe a better purpose for this

'belt' is a blindfold.

But there's only one

so I guess it's for me.

It can block out their eyes

It can muffle their insults

It cannot stop the feeling

of being stared at. 

'Be proud of yourself'

'Be proud of your body'

Those words mean s**t all

when you walk out

feeling good-attractive.

And you come back 

ashamed and dirty.

So when I look in the mirror

I need not to think

do I look good?

do I feel comfortable?

But what wisdom will the

drunk, homeless lady impart today?

I have never felt more beautiful.

Reviews

[Planet x]

No wisdom at all , all what matter is what YOU see while watching yourself in the mirror and all you see is that you are beautiful , that's all what matter!

I love your poem

[Emma]

Thanks. There was far too much sarcasm and anger in this to be honest, I could have expressed my point in a much better way and used the experience a less literally, but it's just what I felt at the time