While climbing my body like an easy prey, a snake named Mari Carmen once thought me to inhabit the skins we all shed.
She meant not the the skin that covers our fragile bodies,
But the one, that unless naked, we all wear.
The one that folds out of the body but mostly within other societal norms…
Made of cottons, polyesters and rhinestones.
Sequins, trends unethical labour and big dash of statues quo.
The one made of a superficial, but never the less intense, sense of choice - Fashion