Dressing Like a Hooker
The craziest thing I have ever done
Is dress like a hooker in an off-the-shoulder sweater,
and the tightest, lightest baby blue hip hugger, bellbottoms,
in order to procure the lead to the senior play.
I had to sneak out of the house, dressed in red lipstick
and false eyelashes.
I am a Bible-belt girl, and belting out the Bible was not
good enough, I had to be better than that. Usually my mother
washed my face six times before I could leave. I had this weird feeling that the only way I had a chance was to ooze sex, which my 17-year-old self barely knew existed.
Yet, I did it, and the idiotic teacher could not stop staring at me, which made me feel all-powerful, and all kinds of stupid. I am morbidly embarrassed to tell you that I did procure the part, and was uncomfortable the entire time, thinking what he must have been thinking when I was dressed as a tart. So was it worth it? Totally.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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