Baby it’s just too tight.
Those jeans you’re trying to squeeze your ass into.
That shirt you can barely button
Honey, you can’t even breathe.
Why do you continually insist on wearing outdated versions of yourself.
Stuff from way back when
The things you thought you looked so damn good in.
That front you put on
That denim amour that kept you safe for a time.
That shit is old.
You’re a grown ass woman now.
Of course you’re ass doesn’t fit in that.
That bullshit facade that you hid behind
Those are for young ladies who don’t quite know themselves.
You’ve been places
You’ve seen things
You are such a bad ass your amour is skin deep
So no clothes required.
Walk out into the world as you came in
Free of the binding of others
With open heart and open mind.
This was taken in May. I had to keep tell William to back the tee up because the ball was coming off the bat so quickly that I barely had time to get my glove up. Next spring he’ll be ready for team sports.