Prologue To Kaosiso-Personal Narrative

It’s a Sunday morning, and I am getting ready for church. The leaves outside are many different colors and the wind is a bit cold up against my skin. I put on a fitted, off-white, v-neck sweater, black jeans, a short beige trench raincoat, and a pair of pointed strappy flats that are a darker beige color. I paired all this with a light and silky cheetah print scarf. I stare back at myself in the mirror. I look like I am trying too hard. People will glare at me once I get to church.

I go to ask my sisters what they think. They always tell me the dead truth when it comes to situations like this. Thank God that I have them, otherwise, I would have to rely on my little brother for advice. “Does this look okay?” I ask Kaosiso. “Yeah, it looks

fine,” she replies. “Are you sure? I don't want people looking at me like I belong on Fashion Police,” I say. “Yes, I am sure,” she says with a giggle.
Kamuso walks into the room, and I ask her the same round of questions. Eventually, they get fed up of me asking them the same questions over and over again. “Why do you care so much?” they ask in unison. I don't really know exactly why. When I hear the whispers, I automatically assume the worst. A joke is being made of me. Is it what I am wearing? Does my hair look bad? Is their toilet paper stuck to me shoe? Sometimes I should care less, but I can’t. Words, mean words, have a way of making me feel like I don’t belong.
The only way I can stop it is too make sure I am never in the position to start with. So I double check to make sure my outfit looks good. I double check my hairstyle at all angles. I double check to see if there is toilet paper stuck to my shoe.
However I now know that there will always be people who don't like the way I dress or the way I look. There's nothing I can do to change that, so instead I try to focus on being the version of me that does not change myself to please others. Afterall, there is only one me in the world