Dress Like A Rah

Dress Like A Rah
Sep 3, 2018 · 2 min read

Neon Pink Bars

One day at a time.

One day at a time I can peel back layers of myself can be more confident in my own skin.

Sometimes it just works out that while I realize something new about my nap sack of shame I have on me when I’m in a casual neon room.

Life is weird and fabulous with timing like that sometimes.

You can be anywhere, in any given room, at any random event and have the zinger moments. A flashback or a familiar smell overwhelms your brain and consumes your thoughts. We learn the complexities of our truths in waves of feelings and you never see it coming.

This past weekend I was along a sea of bright pink taking photographs and had one of these moments.

Do I look professional? Did that person think I was a boy? Do my boobs look huge? Can I be invisible yet? I love pink, I can’t remember, can I love pink or not? Breathe, Rah, just breathe.

Man, what a strange place for a self therapy session. (Or the best depending on the way you approach it.)

I’ve got my own story behind me, my own present tense before me and a future of figuring out what my gender identity means for me and that is mine to own.

Let’s stop knocking down one another’s stories and accept that where everyone is with their body, with their family, with their sexuality or with their shame to know that it’s not ours to judge.

Practice grace, y’all. It goes a long way.

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