My Dress Doesn't Define Me

I am a girl, both fierce and free,
A spirit wild, unbound and carefree.
For I am not defined by the clothes I wear,
But by the strength within, so rare.

A top or jeans may graze my skin,
Or a gown may cloak me, oh so thin.
But these mere fabrics cannot define,
The power and grace that I hold, divine.

Beneath my garments, hidden away,
Lies inner beauty that cannot sway.
For I am not fully dressed, you see,
By what's worn on the surface, frivolously.

A bra and panty may provide cover,
A shawl, a cardigan, warmth to discover.
But it's the fire within, burning bright,
That truly ignites my soul's delightful light.

Boots or high heels may elevate me,
But my worth and worthiness lie deeply.
When I choose to veil my head, with grace,
It's not to hide, but to reveal, my embrace.

Jewellery and makeup, they may enhance,
But my true essence needs no such chance.
For hidden pleasures, kept away from sight,
Do not define me in the dark or light.

Fishnet stockings may cling to my legs,
Transparent garments add to life's dregs.
But these mere coverings cannot deny,
The wisdom and truth that within me lie.

His choker, his chain, may adorn my neck,
A tattoo of his name, my love, a speck.
But it's my own story, my unique tale,
That fully dresses me, without fail.

So remember, dear world, as you pass me by,
That my confidence should never belie,
For I am not fully dressed, it's true,
By what's outside, but what's inside, too.