A few Late Night Words on Vulnerability

As I unzip my dress and peel off my stockings, I think:

Now is a good time to water my plants.

It is 1 am, I am entirely naked, and the plants are on a windowsill facing my college’s campus.

I see my reflection in the window in all its feminine glory.

I do not have a mirror in my room, so I rarely see my whole body.

As I water those plants, I am glad that I remembered to take care of them.

I hope that my care for these plants does not reflect my self care as the window reflects my body:

Inconsistent.

As I ponder this, I realize that I felt much more vulnerable walking to the library in a dress

Than I did naked in front of the window.

Perhaps it was because in that dress everyone could see me, but at 1 am no one was looking.