Once Upon a Fitting Room (Prompt: Once Upon a _____)

At first,

we were strangers,

trying on each other.

While some parts fit

perfectly,

others needed

immediate alteration.

I always wear her

with pride,

and to her credit

when she wears me,

she stares down

anyone who dares

question her style.

Through these years

though styles have changed,

she still wears my coat

with its food stains

and frayed cuffs and collar,

and for the first time

in my tortured life

as a hideous self-dresser,

I am proud

to be seen in what I wear.