Thinking Pretty
by Kayli Vee Levitan
I want one
thing, and one thing alone. That man, sitting across the room.
I’ll admit
it. I’ve started dressing differently. Skirt so tight, my thighs haven’t spent
this much time squeezed together since I was 22. God, it’s been 16 years. I used
a BIC pen to hold together my bun this morning, so I’d have an excuse to take
it out, letting my hair gently topple to my shoulders - just like in those
shampoo ads. I hope the black ink doesn’t stain my hair; it cost me a new
washing machine! He always walks in after I’ve sat down, it’s a pity – I bought
“sex shoes”, the kind that Mum wouldn’t be proud of. I had to sneak out of home
early this morning so she wouldn’t notice them. I can imagine her 10c coin
eyes, shrinking even further, as she judged her only daughter. These shoes look
amazing, and I’m getting really good at walking in them.