The Epitome of Algedonic Love

4: VESTIS VIRUM FACIT

'The Latin proverb "Vestis Virum Facit": A person's clothing can reveal a lot about them because people tend to judge others based on their looks. Additionally, clothing can affect one's attitude and performance, so it's important to pick out outfits that accurately express one's innermost thoughts.'

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❆ CLÍODHNA EISDRACHEN POINT OF VIEW ❆

My index finger curled the edge of the final page of the bible while my eyes were glued to every word in desperation to find an explanation for my existence, but I failed to do so. Which gender do I fall under, male or woman?

I turned my head to the right and peered up at the sky. I exhaled when the warm wind from my enormous round window touched my naked upper body.

I stood up and felt the chilly wooden floor. My cup of hot expresso is waiting for me as I set my Bible book down on the table.

I looked to my front and then began to walk slowly till I finally reached my personal human-size mirror. Reflecting the flaws in my body. In contrast to my boxer, which has a large secret inside it, my exposed chest has a modest slope of feminism.

Will God condemn me if I declare that I chose to accept science over religion because I've studied numerous religious literature but none of them have helped me understand my condition?

He only erred once, which called the Bible and Science into doubt, was me. In the back of my head, my faith is just barely hanging on. I saw, observed, and witnessed phenomena that mathematics and science are unable to quantify or account for and that only God can comprehend.

In the mirror, I kept my eyes concentrated on my blue eyes, which reminded me of the magnificent sky. I feel grateful somehow.

I was shaped to be the best version of myself that I could be by embracing all of my imperfections.

It is daytime. A lovely morning with a gentle breeze and fresh air. Same spot, same activity. Excellent for practicing archery. I just took a shower, so my hair is still wet. I need to get ready.

I slid on my khaki riding breeches, which were perched on the edge of my bed. I then grabbed my white linen button-down shirt, tucked the hem of it into my pants, and strapped the outfit together with a black leather belt.

While continuing to inspect myself in the mirror, I sat down on the edge of my bed and put on my work boots and chaps. Before getting up I checked if my chaps' latches and straps were done properly.

I get nearer to the mirror. Sighed. Put on my vest first, followed by my leather Archery Chest Guard, ensuring it clung to the curvature of my upper torso precisely. I took my arm guard and placed it right above my wrist on my left forearm.

I paused for a second to examine my figure in the mirror. I have a feminine and manly body type. My tummy has little lumps and my shoulder is firm, both of which show that I have six packs of abs underneath my top.

"What's taking you too long?" A familiar voice registered in my ear.

Since I could see him in the mirror, I chose not to turn around. He has his arms folded across his chest and is leaning on my doorframe.

Dad, Kuya, and myself. We three get a day to ourselves on Saturday. In the morning, we ride horses and go bow hunting for wild rabbits that we intentionally released. Afterward, we pick up fresh items for lunch from my vegetable farm and have lunch at my house. We'll spend the afternoon reading for two hours at the library, and then at 3 PM, when the sun isn't too hot, we'll go fishing or play sports. We'll have a campfire outdoors that night, spend the night in a tent, and just talk about a lot of things.