I decided a while ago that I wanted to be “cute”.
The change was gradual.
I gave myself habits to stick to that wouldn’t be not-cute.
My sneeze, once loud, is now quiet and sounds like a kitten.
My voice is now a bit higher.
My handwriting is rounder and cute.
My hair is cut with bangs and long.
My makeup makes my eyes look bigger, cheeks rounded, lips smaller.
My clothes became more frilly and doll-like.
My passion for salt turned to passion for sweets.
I found myself with people treating me like I was a small, beloved pet.
I heard compliments of my cuteness.
Haven’t I achieved my goal?
Despite all this,