My First Suit/The Clothes Make The Man
I didn’t talk about this I almost feel
Ashamed about it I feel like
Anyone else in my shoes wouldn’t have waited until they were
30 to wear the clothes they always wanted but
In my old body
A suit felt like a lie
Like I was hiding
Post top surgery, things are different
I am now the image god intended
And that makes me
A highly suitable candidate
For suiting, and so forth.
I am passionate about so many things but I did not know about the things
I was passionate about
That were forced into hiding, by things
Outside my limited self perception and knowledge and understanding.
I did not know how much I loved to dress up
Until I finally got the right setup.
Suits are quite literally
My favorite getup.
And before having the sort of job where
Men all wear nice things to work and
Compliment each others shirts —
I was unaware of the glory of
I have never been a more confident version of myself
Than the one that I am dressed in a sleek blue suit with an
On-sale Egyptian cotton shirt that makes me look like a fucking
Billionaire with a humble smile.
Brown belt brown shoes—
I am finally seeing a more fully realized version of myself
The person I would want to be as a kid is now
The man I see each day in the mirror and
I am motivated by a force it seems
The clothes make the man