No. 155 Flashing My Pussy From the Car

Facing the road, I strike a pose. The courage to be seen, the self that dares to show. Every time a car passes by, the wind rustles my skirt.
Standing by the side of the road, I quietly struck a pose. Not as “me,” but as “myself”—I deliberately stood where someone’s gaze might fall.
It still makes my heart race a little, but today I wanted to try it. Someone might be watching through the window of a passing car. But I’m not afraid anymore. Because this is who I am. I straighten my back and lift my chin just a little. The line of my tight skirt stretches out, casting a shadow on the ground. I don’t mind who sees me. Because I’ve decided to be myself. Standing facing the road, I feel like the words “It’s okay if I’m found out” are written on my back today.