Maybe things would be different if I weren’t afraid. If I weren’t afraid of the unknown or of being rejected. If I wasn’t afraid to look in the mirror too closely for fear that I’ll find something different than I expect. Something small, weak, and sad. Something cold and hateful. Maybe.
What would I do if I weren’t afraid?
I would sing showtunes in libraries, loudly.
I would pirouette in place of walking.
I would wear beautiful dresses that make me feel pretty and feminine. With combat boots. Because I really really love boots. The only things I miss about being in the military are my awesomely shiny boots. Not that the air force wears shiny boots these days. 😦
I would speak when I should be silent.
I would cry if I felt like it.
And I’d dye my hair bright pink.
If I weren’t afraid.