They told me to be a good girl. Tonight, I wasn’t..
They told me to smile.
To sit pretty.
To cross my legs and hide my thoughts.
For years, I did.
I followed the rules.
I kept my touches accidental, my words safe, my eyes polite.
But lately… I’ve been breaking them.
Tonight, I held someone’s gaze until they forgot what they were saying.
I leaned forward just enough for them to notice.
I crossed my legs slow — so slow — just to see if they’d look away.
Under the table, my knee found theirs.
It stayed there.
Warm. On purpose.
My fingers circled the rim of my glass,
and I watched them watch me.
It’s not about seducing everyone.
It’s about feeling alive.
For so long, I made myself small so others could feel comfortable.
Not anymore.
Now, I take up space.
I let my wants show.
I remind myself — and them —
that life is too short to live tame.
