From Swaddling Bands to Funereal Shrouds wrap us in white cloth.
Wear your little white dress with pride.
This is not the LITTLE BLACK DRESS you will seduce in.
This is not the BIG WHITE DRESS you will marry in.
This is your little white dress.
This is your blank canvas.
This is the least practical garment you own.
This will show every stain, every crease, every tear.
This will mop up spilled milk and erase smudged mascara.
This will wipe away your tears and soak up your blood.
This will get splattered in paint and ink and charcoal.
This will get tangled in bicycle spokes and trees.
This will get shorter as your legs grow longer.
This will get tighter as your hips grow wider.
This will turn see through in the rain.
This will reflect the moonlight.
Never wash your little white dress for it tells your life story.
In your little white dress you are visible. Every beam of light will be drawn to it and rebound and you shall not go unnoticed. Every move you make will be subject to scrutiny.
There is no hiding.
The little white dress will stay pure as long as you choose to stay pure.
The little white dress will stay ironed as long as you choose to stay still.
The little white dress will fit as long as you choose not to change.
Show your workings, show your methods, show your seams, show your mistakes.
In a darkened room the girl in the little white dress will shine.
On a spotlit stage the girl in the little white dress is seen.
In a riot the girl in the little white dress turns her dress black with soot and red with blood and wears her opinions on her sleeve.
Your bloodshot eyes are so red next to your little white dress.
Your blushing cheeks are so pink next to your little white dress.
Your frozen fingers are so blue next to your little white dress.
Your stained teeth are so yellow next to your little white dress.
Little girls and strong women and fine ladies wear the little white dress.
Daughters and Sisters and Mothers wear the little white dress.
Wrap yourself in canvas, in curtains, in cotton wool but let it show us who you are and what you have done and where you have been.
The little white dress is a blank sheet of paper, a stretched canvas, an uncharted map, an empty frame, an unwritten book, a clean carpet, a winter garden, a freshly scrubbed face, an untested recipe, a blueprint, a therapist, a doctor, an artist, an architect, a poet, a politician, an athlete, a lawyer, a shaman, an icon.
The little white dress cannot tell a lie.
The little white dress presents itself as conclusive evidence.
The little white dress has a story to tell you.
The little white dress is here and will not leave until you have made your mark upon it.
The little white dress is a force to be reckoned with.
