The Dress
Thank you, Joost for giving me a new dress...
I’m wearing a new dress. I decided to change after all this time. The old one is rather saggy and worn out. I kept telling myself it would look nice after some neat stitches. I tried to put on accessories to highlight and make it look good despite of the numerous stitches. I clung to it because I’m used to wearing it and changing seems to be impossible. I tried but I always end up wearing that old dress. I was comfortable with that dress and changing it means giving up the only thing that makes me happy in this deserted place. It occurred to me that no matter what or how, I’d stick with that dress, oblivious of the flaws. Unstitched hem won’t do any harm, discoloration can be resolved and the list of excuses went on defying the facts that were right in front of me.
So I went through life wearing the same old dress. Ignoring all the negative comments, rising against the odds. Not tempted by the new fashion. Then at one point, I noticed a rip, so huge that it was irreparable. As if I was sleeping for centuries, I woke up from a delusion and was able to identify illusions from realities. But I have to admit that I even considered putting a patch on the dress so I can still wear it which procrastinate my transformation. But it didn’t fit the way it was. I became conscious of how I look and felt odd. This is not what I want, this is not what I’ve envisioned myself.
The process of transformation was hard. Been tempted to wear that old dress but the determination to embrace the change is higher than the pull of temptation to go back the way it was. Until I found myself wearing a new dress that caught my eyes a year ago. It was so adamant that it has been there for me, reserved and waiting to be worn. Yes, I’m wearing a new dress now, a dress that makes me feel extremely good about myself. A dress that imbibe my flaws and leaves a good impression on people. A dress that transformed me to a new person, an optimistic and better person, emanating all the positive vibes within. I have new shoes too to pair off my dazzling dress and the accessories that complete the NEW me. I’m sure I’m gonna wear this dress ’til GOD-knows-when.
Oh, by the way, the old dress, I just borrowed it, it’s not really mine. I gave it back to the real owner, after all, it’s soiled and I’m not gonna wear it ever again.
