i keep coming home and looking in the mirror expecting a tired and bedraggled approximation of femininity, fraying at the edges at the end of a long day. thats how it used to be a year or so ago: i could pretty myself up for selfies in the morning, but it all seemed to wear away by bedtime. but im surprising myself each night: sure, i look tired, but i just look like a tired woman at the end of her day.
