Distortion
DISTORTION
The box was tied with red ribbon which fell away easily when I tugged gently at one end. His eyes sparkled as I lifted the lid and set it aside. I saw his mouth curl just a little in one corner. Pale pink tissue paper masked the gifts true meaning, "Open it," he prompted eagerly. He was flushed with excitement. Shouldn't I have been the one to tingle with anticipation as I pushed the tissue paper aside? Only I already knew what the little box held, the red ribbon, the fine tissue paper, the look on his face. I lifted the thing of lace from its flimsy bed. The ultimate distortion of my femininity; the final insult.