Ichthyosis Vulgaris and a Bow in my Hair

A Story of Self-Aceptance

You can imagine the response I got the few times I wore a skimpy spaghetti strapped dress. It caused so much of a commotion I don’t wear it in public anymore. Now I wear it in my bedroom with the door shut. I love to see myself in pretty little dresses. I masturbate that way in front of the mirror, in a skimpy dress.

 

I've been thinking a lot about it lately, that this condition should somehow mark my meaning. That looking like this I must be about scales, like justice, or something, maybe. 

 

In polite society I’m an embarrassment but in underground society I’m a gem. Naturally, they are more tolerant of me with my skin. They like inviting me to their parties. Still, I'm too undefined. Everybody has packaged themselves somehow. They all have a snappy name, look, and logo that you don’t easily forget. 

I do have a manager now, finally. I'm booked all year for mingling at parties. Mostly New York and Los Angeles but every year I’m hired by some people who host an exotic ball in San Francisco.

 

So, yes, I’m an independent side-show freak but I’m happy to be on display because I like the way I look. I’m a freak because there are few who have my condition and far fewer still with as beautiful a pattern on the body as mine. So maybe beauty is skin deep but that's enough because what lies under is even more extraordinary.

 

 

Reviews

[eye]

I don't (wear it) anymore ... mingle (at) someone's ... hired by some folks who host an exotic Ball in San Francisco ... and fewer still ... on (their) body as mine ...

I can't help feel that, looking like this, I must somehow be about scales, like justice, maybe? I'm not sure. That's the thing. (i got a little lost in here)

i enjoyed the story but thought that if you ripped the scab off of your emotions and explained why wearing the dress caused such havoc, it might flesh out the tale. doing that without losing the succinct storytelling, the simple line, might do more damage than good. be careful when listening to me.

[RainyDay]

Beautiful, true, cryptic as a novel - but decipherable, and short and sweet. I felt as if I was having an epiphany with you! Wonderful writing, I adored this story!