She spoke to her clothes as if they were people
As if they had personalities all their own
As if they held a magic that she felt every time she got dressed
Her skirts were fun and flirty
They’d tell her she was pretty
She’d spin and twirl getting ready
Her blazers were trendy and professional
They’d tell her she was powerful
She always stood up straighter when she was in her blazer
But my favorite was always her jeans
They’d whisper “be yourself, there’s nothing better”
In her jeans she’d play outside or read a book
She was beautiful in every piece she wore
But in her jeans she was free, to be anything
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