I Was Demure Once

I was sedate once, dainty, delicate, demure, girly and feminine. No you weren’t. Sure, remember that day I wore the pink flowered dress? And rolled in the mud with it? Yes, before I rolled in the mud. I tried my fabrication on six more people. They all knew me better. They clutched their sides and guffawed. Some rolled on the floor and cried with screaming laughter. I was never demure.