The White and Green Viscose Dress
My dearest, that moment when you wear a dress.
A brand new bicolored dress.
You look almost flawless.
The play of colours white and green as well as the folds of
the material hide my Damascene tummy.
I have had it.
I am an Oriental woman, henceforth I have an Oriental
I can’t change my body constitution just because it’s
My body type is robust, definitely not skinny.
And I have got to work hard on it to keep it to almost a
The most persistent, insistent wooer of the now, as it is
being revealed to me, makes sure he sends me messages
"Eat more vegan."
My reply: I am eating as much vegetables as possible, Mr
Zucchini Headed. Or should I say Mr Marian Antoinette?
I am doing the best that I can, given the circumstances.
With all the emotional pressure,
all the hormones lacking response, for now!
all the family pressure nowadays with Madame Julieta’s
broken arm… yes, biological mother had her arm
broken, as well as "all the other in-between's", it’s been
Of course, nothing is impossible.
Only, at times, very complicated is simply complicated,
and there is nothing you can do about it.
What of your height?
My height is around 173-175 cm.
You? You are of the same height with me.
Should I wear that pair of glittery stilettos, ma3 al
Lo siento, señor.
You stop messing with my tummy, I refrain from messing
with your hight.
It's just so rude, so demanding, so intrusive and so not
elegant an approach towards a lady, you know.
And it puts both me and my rose off.
Hadn't been for so much intrusiveness... I might have
surely felt more comfortable. I shall develop on this in a
Either way it doesn't matter, cause you are very technical
I like most of the stories/ concepts,
BUT not being joined by a "concept" when I am praying/ meditating
within the church. As well as other instances.
Moreover, how I dress and express myself, that's my part
as a woman and you are crushing it intrusively hard.
Besides, I haven't been invited on a date, properly, or ...
almost nothing has had any kind of normality or
common sense in my life, of late.
And off course, I cover up. To protect myself from so
much intrusiveness, from your dextering every inch of
I don't like this approach yours.
It's... way too intrusive.
You are, repeatedly, invading my female territory.
And that's -- a problem!
My tummy might be inflamed too by emotional stress
and lack of feeling.
Instead of directing me, I with a Soul of an Artista and a
Concept Creator, you should allow for space.
You have a serious problem with invading (my) female
I kid you not: you leave no room for anything.
And She, Ma Lady attendant with the Library where I am
a regular visiter and reader with, She goes and saves the day
by telling me:
“You look very pretty today!”
My heart elated with blissful joy, I give her a smile and
say a heartfelt: "Thank you!"
The Lady simply and spontaneously gave away a
Didn’t send me a photo of a flat belly young 20
something, or, didn't interrogate me into where I was
yesterday or repeated the same question in a raw, to see
whether I was telling the truth.
She simply and freshly gave away a Heartfelt, Energetic
She, a Lady of Romania's young and blooming generation!
It’s not easy to be me, My Dearest.
The Universe expects me to look like a “Duchess” every
single step of the way. Well... I might not be the only one
in here, Society has so many expectations from.
For sure, I am truly thankful and grateful that my
presence, my personal branding touches and inspires
But this constant demanding tempo as if I were dancing
with Commando Troops, every step of the way, piles and
piles of demands and expectations, yes this is how it feels
to me, many a time, is so overbearing and overwhelming.
Even (very) disturbing, oftentimes.
I mean... even... romance-killer.
And, no, I don’t like it.
And, maybe my emotional needs haven’t been met, just
Nevertheless, my short fluorescent green skirt, another
favourite item of mine, is larger than before.
I can have my hand slip through the lateral side of the
skirt. Hence, yes, there is improvement after and
through the Ascension.
"Thank you, Lady Library Attendant,
Stay Beautiful, Stay Butterfly, Stay You…"
or as the perfume reads in Blue on Yellow:
B.U. my Dearest
And a Rose, from Damascene Rose to You
P.S. There are tailors who can make personalised dresses.
Clever tailoring can generate both giant ass visibility and
hide the tummy when sitted or in unfavourable standing
position. And this dress is the perfect camouflage,
especially when I am seated.