original photo credit @elektra-fide
there was always the mirror...
"Mirror Mirror on the wall..."
that was the statement, the catalyst, the mantra that was said almost every day...
so many different answers from just one setup...
wandering back...back into that huge closet full of small things... small outfits... small onesies, small bibs, small bonnets.
Its always the little things...
back you wandered, past all the clothing, past each soft printed piece of fabric, past every drawer, every hanger... back to the mirror
The mirror always reflected... reflected who you were, who you wanted to be, who you were becoming, who you were meant to be...
maybe you had wandered back with all your big girl clothes on... button up shirt, dark professional jeans or khakis... hair tied tightly back in a bun, as not to not get in your face and distract from your work... ugh... work.
you were ready for a change...
the further back you wandered, the more the clothes would change, changing from jeans and jackets to flirty skirts and soft sweaters, all the way back to button up onesies, oversized princess t shirts, and long soft socks...
and of course, all the way back were the super babyish things. bonnets, pacifiers, and of course diapers. thick crinkly plastic backed diapers. of course they were in the back. I mean, it surely was a secret that you had them, right?
surely it was a secret that you wore them... needed them... emotionally, physically. needed them to feel safe. secure. padded. protected. pampered.
maybe you had wandered back, toddling around, with a teddy in your hand, and your kitty at your side, a big pretty bow at the top of your head. otherwise naked except for your thick diaper hugging your hips while you waddled past the vast array of outfits.
maybe you should put something on. playing dressup is fun after all, and there are so many outfits to try. lots of cute prints and graphics. teddy bears and ponies and dinosaurs. skirts and PJs. so many things to choose from.
maybe you could stay in the closet for a while, right? after all, that big scary adult world wouldn't miss you for a while right? surely it would understand that you had wandered back into the magic closet again. back... far back. so far back that it wouldnt make sense if you just left without trying anything on...
"mirror mirror on the wall... who's the babiest baby of them all?"
you just had to ask... had to take a picture too... just to be sure... to be sure that this overgrown toddler. this big baby, was surely you. a big puffy two taped diaper around your waist. and a big pink princess bow. helping to keep your slightly messy hair a bit more presentable.
that photo was you... the pictures dont lie... the mirror doesnt lie... this is you... who you are... inside and out.
so surely if you had waddled or toddled, or crawled out on all fours, diaper rustling and crinkling with each little step or movement. a soft cotton onesie holding your diaper up. keeping it from drooping down.
surely everyone would understand, even praise you... and if not... there was always the closet... always the mirror to go back to. all of the outfits. the ability to become someone else... someone better... someone wetter...
there was always the mirror...
original photo credit @elektra-fide
