Falling For Fall

You know those quizzes you can take in magazines,
like "What season are you?" and things like that?

I remember taking one a long time ago, back when
I wanted to wear clothes from Abercrombie & Fitch and Roxy,
to see what season I was. Turned out, to my dismay, that I was a fall,
and the color that looked best on me was orange.

Ew.
Orange?
Really?

Not what I had expected, since I pictured myself as a summer,
with sunkissed hair and a tan.
I didn't know myself back then as well as I do now.

Little by little,
  I've grown into myrealself and
    have grown comfortable with who I am,
      inside and out.

Yesterday, I realized I truly was a fall.

I realized that I never know what to wear during the summer

since bermuda shorts make me look just that, short, 

and I don't go to the beach that often so I

never get an even tan like I tell myself I will. 

But as soon as the leaves start turning into yellows and oranges and browns,
and the gray clouds fill the sky and open up to let the rain fall down,
          I feel like I'm home.
                    
                     I want to layer my clothes.
                                    I want to wear boots
                                               and colorful tights
                                                       and pretty cardigans
                                                                        and scarves

                                                                             and long, warm coats.

         I am a fall.

                       So I'm making amends with the orange in me~
                                                      I'm finally falling for fall.