Nasty Fits

There’s a reason why I wear nasty fits.

A reason why I never plan outfits.

There’s a reason why I don’t shop for cute pieces of clothing.

Why I don’t grab that crop top,

Why I stop and put down the shorts.

Y’know the type that hugs your hips so tight.

Because the thing is, I have a date tonight...

Just praying it doesn’t go wrong,

Maybe I should wear something long,

Maybe I should just wear sweatpants.

The icky, fuzzy, ripped ones in the back of my closet.

I should’ve thrown them out years ago,

But they’ve saved me.

I’ve heard the stories from my aunts,

About the girls who dressed like plants.

They had the beautiful stems,

And rich emerald leaves.

Ah, their petals were to die for,

Vibrant colours galore!

Oh. I would die to wear those fits,

The gorgeous ones that hug your hips.

Lips a dirty shade of red,

But I’m scared to end up dead.

Scared to be read,

In the city news.

My parents being confused,

My arms being bruised,

Saying I’ve been abused,

When really I just wore the wrong outfit.

I should’ve worn the nasty fit.

Nobody looks at me when I have the nasty fit on,

Nobody stares at my ass when the baggy sweats go on,

Nobody gawks at my chest when the oversized hooded slides on,

I’m invisible.

I’m overlooked.

I’m safe.

So I apologize if I don’t look my best,

Apologies if I don’t look like I got enough rest,

Just had to cover up my chest.

There’s a well known danger to the female race,

To check your drink, make sure it’s not laced.

Stay with a friend, buddy system saves!

Stay away from the men.

Stay away from men!

There’s a reason I wear nasty fits,

So I can live until tomorrow or,

At least past this date.